Literature, Poetry Greyhound Ride It was a greyhound back of the bus love story. His name was DeVon. Tall, lithe, black as night. He was a sad boy, starry-eyed but not sorry. He said... December 02, 2020
Arts, In Print, Poetry I Went to the Sun Once Rufus woke up and something was very wrong He could feel it in his bone, still wet yet somehow smoking in his mouth. He thought, gosh how long have... March 23, 2020