Father Time Versus the Time Demons
“Wake up, you idiot.
“Wake up, you idiot.
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket.
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life.
Driving late at night
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.
Vanquishing the mighty hero Inciting mayhem and chaos Legions of …
David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice.
rain in late summer
I stare at my winged reflection
*No one fucks with Eddie.