Monthly Archives: February 2015
The Lost Quadrille (will you, won’t you)
Today is the birthday of a dear friend of mine, and as such, this is for her. Happy Once-more-round-the-sun, MisParse, RobotGirl, EvilBeej, RadioFreeTesla, GinaDC. * * * Waves rolled in. The tide had been going out, but wasn’t, anymore. Peter … Continue reading
Full Night
My lungs burned by the time I made it to the Town Hall parking lot; I ran in the open without consideration — thoughts of what could happen to me as the sun finished its descent were too far from … Continue reading
Things Needed Doing
Striving for heavens because there were always things needing doing and you were the sort that stood on top next to the crystal ball every single New Years and every single New Years you sang Auld Lang Syne like memories … Continue reading
I Knew It
Put on some fucking clothes, he used to say, but his eyes would wander. He would look, because he was a red-blooded man. He would let his eyes drift over exposed rib and bared, scarred skin. Because. But he always … Continue reading