It’s when it touches the guardrail that I realize it’s someone’s home.It doesn’t even scrape. Just a little bop to the corner of the front of it.
Nonfiction
The Black Dog
“What is the longest stretch of time you have been sober?” “I do not know,” is the answer I tell…
The Zoo
By the easy slide of cool water, she, who is always flying, slows down. Maybe she’ll drop her bike, there, on the bank, lots of shady spots beneath the trees. Maybe she’ll pull off her shoes. Wade into the water. See what the pebbles are doing.