The headlines are like the children. They make a noise and then look around to see if we’re watching.
How am I supposed to live without you How am I supposed to carry on When all that I’ve been livin’ for is gone Rochelle angrily pounded the space bar, … Continue reading play the game (for “Rochelle”)
I didn’t think I owned much. After I’d left my apartment in Iowa, giving away my table and chairs, my dresser and couch, I’d moved to Colorado by myself in … Continue reading you let go
We’re tired of the establishment. So let’s make a change, even if that means that we vote for a future a bit further away than January, and a result a bit closer to home than Washington.
She hunches her shoulders, desperately trying to minimize her height. She always finds the window seat on the bus and makes sure nothing spills out from her bag which she … Continue reading Space