Blood and Chocolate
I love the fall. I always felt, as a child, that with the new school year, fall brought a new beginning… A chance for things to be different. But they never were. I love...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
I love the fall. I always felt, as a child, that with the new school year, fall brought a new beginning… A chance for things to be different. But they never were. I love...
My blood is dirty. I drag out. Past my anger and apprehension, 2 steps. To the neighbor’s house with a bottle of Manischewitz, Sorry for the noise. He smiles. 12 steps. Past the razor...