Hemlock
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
A year ago the letter arrived confirming what my intuition told me was true about my dad. Joy arose followed …
I am in a hurry. A rush. I want what I want and I want it now or at least …