That’s It? You’re Sorry?

I go out there when I need to celebrate. When I want to feel a rush. I also go out there when something’s nagging at me, pulling at my subconscious. I was on that court a lot. It’s left a mark. That's where I went the morning after I put her toothbrush in a plastic … Continue reading That’s It? You’re Sorry?

Peacoat

Eggs hissed angrily on an iron skillet. A laptop sat a few inches away, the video of a wizened preacher playing on the screen. His voice was loud and booming, as if he could hear the nearby sizzling he was up against. A fan hummed from a vent above, gently adding to the cacophony. Ruth … Continue reading Peacoat