by Craig Proffitt Eating lunch in my crappy car. Staring at the Swamp’s glass door with the peeling tinted film. Don’t want to be around my coworkers in the lunchroom. Can’t afford to eat out. So many wrong turns. Survive another day. Is that really a goal? I think another…
By Jenny Andrews Cool rain-filled wind, skips along leaves strewn paths. White roses swirl in the afternoon breeze, rose scent saturates this mid-October day. Red rose petals scatter among the brown and yellow leaves decay. Cool rain and that revived memory of that man I once loved in a season…