Broadway Avenue Panhandler Misery gazed through beer-stained blur, Despair in faded jeans; enslaved by his habit, his outstretched claw beseeched me donate to his cause. A ghost begged another ride on his addiction. His wretchedness reached out and slapped me lonely; the squalid secrets of his torment displayed like a porno movie. An apparition of […]
Evening Approaches By Annette Gagliardi Grey-brown creeps over the horizon on its way to sundown, shading the bridges and ridges of trees, hills and buildings as it gathers the troops of night for a full-scale assault on the brightness of day, offering another brand of illumination that supplies shadow by the bucketful, adds nuances to
I’m Reading with My Darling We sat on the couch. We sat there, we two with nothing at all; with nothing to do. So we went to the cupboard and we took out some books and we looked and we looked at those books that we took. We looked and we read; not fighting—instead, we
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