Homeward bound on I-84, we pass over bluffs and across ravines. The Columbia glides along beside the minivan, sunlight sparkling off ripples.
The muted sound of Temple Run. “How much longer?” The hum of so much concrete under rubber tires. Continue reading Smoke
Don’t get me wrong. Those frenetic people than burn incandescent, seesaw through life, never crossing at a crosswalk aren’t me. Eddie, Becca, Jordan. They are all like that. Talking fast about topics they Continue reading Mope
I roll the nylon out across the floor. It is strong enough. I shrug.
I remember the day of the revolution. Now it seems like a dream. Promises of greatness. Many of us believed.
Clouds drift past the hole in the roof. Continue reading Maddening