Literary Purge

Calmly I wait for agitation and delirium to override my ego’s inability to wait for and work for a shitty first draft. The two competitors, Insecurity and Overconfidence, face each other like former friends finally at the realization that only one can, in the end, hold the prize. I use “prize” loosely since only an… Continue reading Literary Purge

The Little Things

I got a break from sorting sordid clothes to help a lady move a just-bought mattress to her “just around the corner” house. Ricky and I entered his stripped red truck and he asked if he could smoke. I said sure and soon tobacco smoke filled the car, smooth as the Soul coming from the… Continue reading The Little Things