History’s Details

Can anyone really change anything?
Cherry

I Know Where I Am

I know where I am. I am standing in the hallway of my old house, the house I’d lived in as a child. I am outside my old bedroom door, and I am inside, sobbing.

Before You Follow

Epitaph

Remembrance

Once again, on his birthday, he stood alone. Like lost souls, he always thought, the morning ground mist drifted around his legs and the surrounding ruddy brown gravestones.

Falling Towers

poem

BIG FAT SLOW, LITTLE THIN FAST MAN

Going slow... getting fast

Dressing

Dressing is an art as well as an impression.

Relative to murder.

Terrifyingly real story, turned into fiction!

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