Broken Sole

I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →

When I Was But a Child

I have scars from when I was but a child The days when I was allowed to be reckless and wild And amidst tragedies I didn't yet understand, I smiled And I never knew the novel I'd become was being compiled   I have scars from when I was a young man With confidence and... Continue Reading →

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