Mosaic

Down by the banks of my childhood river are the rocks and the shells, the shrapnel of old; If I let you in, let you see my mosaic, I fear I’m too much of a thing to behold. So tides turn and billow like seasons of soul; mistakes yield to lessons like sand to theContinue reading “Mosaic”

Anti Body

“I’m detoxing next week,” she says. “You ever done that before?” I do it all the time, I think. Because I have kidneys and a liver and all the other body parts that do that for me. She doesn’t need to know that I used to beat those parts into submission with product after product,Continue reading “Anti Body”