Far back in the corner of the bed,where no broom dared explore for 8 yearsa red bow of an elementary student lay.A red bow stained with glue,from groundbreaking artwork worthy of a place on the fridge.On the inner liningdirt and sand from the depths of the desert,under the harsh heat of searching for dinosaurs in... Continue Reading →
The childhood dreamof the gnarled beast beneaththe bed. Long rotting grinslowly opening and closingwith a castanet clickin thick darkness.Waiting, still.My father would have to kneel downand reach in and make great play,a dumb show in the shadows,of pulling him out andwrestling him to the top of the stairsand then throwing him down.It was a nightly ritual.But... Continue Reading →
