Today Thoughts
Poem The sins of our parents Are like past lives, Because finding opportunities Come from bees from the same hives. Someone born to welfare Is never given a chance, Even when they’re smarter...
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Gin And Jazz
Short Story I pulled the needle over to the record. It scratched as it spun. Two greats in duet. It had a sweet swell of suspicion to the tone of the cornet. I...
The Handprint
Short Story A wave of tiredness flowed over John as he stepped through the front door of his apartment. Travelling for three months straight really was exhausting, but he hadn’t felt it until...
Dirty Window
Poem Through dirty windows I can see the mountain full of golden days, the days of friendship close to me, when we cared not of yesterday, when everything was greener, shining, and we believed...
The Marching Band
Short Story Today is Fat Tuesday. It is the day that marks the holiday, Mardi Gras, which is a traditional Southern Catholic holiday that I still don’t fully understand. It is a big enough...
