Blisters on our hands pop like bubble wrap, and the drive home is filled with clowns that like to lay down in the middle of the road and hope you don’t see them, but we do and are required by law not to give them the satisfaction of completing their joke. Everyone around me wears […]
Read More BlistersA fish flops on a splintered dock until the wood starts to rake the scales off its side. The fisherman is drunk and laughing at the top of his lungs, which are worn down from the residue of numerous cigars. Worms tangle themselves together in the bait box and believe wholeheartedly that Styrofoam is the […]
Read More The Splintered DockUnder bridges in the rain we talk about how to go back in time, while the semis and packed full mini vans surf by with tails of water and dirt. A couple in one of the passing cars nods their heads in time with an old song she just happened to catch on the radio […]
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