It was the final stand
Damned if I don’t do,
Damned if I won’t choose
To sing another’s un-worded song.
There’ll be no more re-kicking these crossroad blues Continue reading “Unfenced Blues”
The boy’s small shoes dragged their knotted laces through puddles as he headed for the back door. He tugged at the few buttons left on his shirt where its seams stretched at the shoulders. Licked his swollen lip. Brushed fingers through sweaty hair. Then feathered fingertips over another black eye, and trudged into the kitchen.
“How long now, Grandma?” he called out. Continue reading “Two Weeks & Three Days…”