The conversation lulls and as if the quiet forces Gerard to break the silence he says, "I tried donating my stepson to Goodwill, shoved that little fuck right into the donation box. Not sure what we expected, but like a cockroach he crawled out and came home contaminated with bedbugs. Now we have two problems …
At night I feel free The blissful roar of traffic The slowly coagulating blood on my fingers The faint stirs of life under my knees The whispered pleading Life completed Le sigh Victims come and go, but you look like you could use a laugh. Would you like to laugh with me? How about a …
I stand in a small halo of yellow light cast from the single incandescent bulb swinging naked in the Gulf breeze. The light dangles from a black cord hung from the plywood ceiling covering the front porch. The house attached is not well maintained. Paint is a long forgotten memory here. The rustle of palm …
