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, […]
Colored Pencil This was originally published in the Spring 2018 edition of The Helix.
He was a tad more than six, an innocent lad who sold icicles, as he desperately tried to […]