Trying to get through the day

To the glee of my friends seldom their envy, I lie in my bed, hugging a pillow case. Hardly anything excites me these days, except maybe Trump or whatshisface! My story is not thrilling or inspiring or even finished as a matter of fact, it's just not happening. I'm too oblong to try. Too opaque… Continue reading Trying to get through the day

All the wreteched

Has she inspired you? Has her accursed struggle been enough to warrant a poster on your wall? Has she lived in your poems? Is she in your music, your songs? Believe me the irony is not lost on me. But she is dead and you want to feel bad. It's all the wretched for themselves.… Continue reading All the wreteched