Reflection

The iron bench never warmed my bum. It was the fifth of October and I was hanging with my chum chatting coincidental circumstance of the meeting where the children play. I am confined in the memory of the spring when I tried to fly with a broken wing, she said. My dog died and got …

Life Happening

Somewhere a man clicks through rejections while assuring his family that things will be OK. He spends his time over coffee getting his unemployment done for another week and wonders when it will stop. A woman steps off the curb and just misses the cracks below her feet. A blackbird stops chirping just as the …

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