I met a lamppost gargoyle wrought-iron bristles wreathed his chin. He was rusted, tarnished, and riddled with pockmarked bronze and gold skin. I asked, “What warms the lamppost man?” And through grit-laced lungs he creaked to me,
Day: February 19, 2020
The thing in the wall concerned them both, of course, but what could be done? Jane proposed calling the landlord, a very sensible, Jane thing to do, and so Ted immediately countered.
Ah, Halloween. The one day of the year when one gets social license to dress as their innermost desire. Max and I were sophomores at Libertyville High School. LHS