J anuary had always been a depressing month for Jason. A lways cold–no– always bitter. S uddenly a warm front came in, in the form of a 5’3 and 1/4 hyperbola-like Siren. O nly six more weeks of winter, thought Jason as he broke up with her. “N ever again,” he lied. —- E ager to here the results of the operation, D ad leaned forward in the unpadded chair. “W hile everything was done that could be done…I’m so sorry.” A dvice was sought from this messenger, but all he was R eady to offer was, “D eath is an … Continue reading By any other name would smell as sweet.
I sit at my clean desk alone, so no one can betray my own solitary thoughts. Sometimes I fax best friends, because email is just impersonal now’days. I always communicate to my teenage students on dark green chalk boards. I pray to god each night. Continue reading Chalk Boards and Prayer