Words be nimble. Words be quick. Words jump oceans, accents, and tics. Words cross toes and pick up sticks. Words make murder something you’ll respect.   Words make deep invisible lines. Words make you a saint and head your… Read More ›

  The walls so familiar, he knew every pattern in the grain of the wood but today, it was his wailing wall, his prison wall; if walls could talk. Open cupboard doors and garbage bags screamed at him of finality,… Read More ›