Coming of Age

Seven years of adulting, and I still feel like I have not arrived. Still searching, waiting for my milk bones to turn stronger, to shoulder adult things. They feel insipidly weak. The bills are being paid, the taps turned off so water does not leak, my body has grown into a woman’s. Yet, I find … Continue reading Coming of Age

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Barfly

Never tell a pariah what to do, or lure him into your midst, for even if he does acquiesce, it will do the world (your world) little good. He, who wages war with the billiards table at three-quarters to four, or disappears to places unknown, long before the sun has stirred the conscience of your … Continue reading Barfly