The way it is now that I’m old, that nonny-nonny leaves me cold; once, heaving breasts and a […]
Author: The Helix
Ink and Colored Pencil This was originally published in Fall 2017 edition of The Helix.
I could see the battle raging inside you, your face yellow and drained. They brought the good stuff—morphine. […]
We sit, saying nothing, for the steel tube holds our words, arguments, shattered beliefs, and deferred dreams. It […]
Gift shop visor slumps in solitude on a dresser drawer. A booze fueled purchase picked from the rack […]
Analog Photography This was originally published in the Spring 2018 edition of The Helix.
The Devil is no friend of mine to leave me broke at closing time; where is my pal, […]
