Michelle is living out of doors and is hungry. She interacts with everyday people for a meal out of desperation.
“What nonsense!” Grace said more to herself than to Tom. “Yeah, yeah, she’s got a firm grip on that grudge.” “Old lady falls, so she must be… Read more “Richmond Hall : Part Three”
Contrary to what natural peanut butter labels will tell you, separation is not natural. It hurts when your all nutty for someone and then they split. Ouch!… Read more “Crunchy Martian Peanut Butter”
Stumble to attention in your stride. Steps and careful footing provoke thoughts, until practice fades into sentience. This is hard until it is not, and worry yields… Read more “On Life”
The hallway smelled empty, a mix of discount degreaser and dust. The surfactant, used regularly on the floors throughout Richmond Hall, was liberally and sloppily applied semi-often.… Read more “Richmond Hall : Part One”
Sold dreams sour, I know, your tongue sweetens, they drip, my mind questions my mind; they flow, word-dreams dampen my chest; sip, my mouth, no salivation;… Read more “Dream drink”
You pack and think of what is important and what is not, they throw you a party, and then you part ways. You wave. The road is… Read more “Tale of the Transplant”