Sonnet Number One

Entering Seattle, my guts knuckled around my spine, squeezing, racing my heart. My friend, who thought up this dumb trip, chuckled. A thousand miles and at the end a hurt woman. Years had passed but my harm still stung her. Now worry about her anger as fresh as showers wormed within me. Her sharp tongue... Continue Reading →

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