Later I look up Viking history on my phone and learn of the brutality and sheer vivid life they had. The ghost wasn’t lying. It was a different time. * * * * * * * * * * Once over tea she tells me she […]
I’ve had tea with the ghost the last five midnights in a row. She’s lovely and 785 1/2 years old. Scarlet hair and murky gray eyes and that stare that causes you to rethink your five year plan…
Post now, later, or save as a draft? “Maturity consists in no longer being taken in by oneself.” – Kajetan Von Schlaggenberg
Ah, the gun is far from loaded I just keep it near for comfort You need not be alarmed I’ve never hurt a man It’s not in my nature When she told me she was yours I didn’t scream or break the flowers I just poured a drink I then decided to come to your […]
Fairbanks is a town that calls itself a city. There’s old Fairbanks and new Fairbanks. Old Fairbanks is the Immaculate Conception church by the river and the Sears where mothers smoked while picking bonnets for their newborns, the Foodland supermarket and the downtown full of drunks, the abortion clinic with their weekly protest, a wave […]
“To be or not be. Tough question. Very tough question. I think about it a lot. You either suffer, you know, and you think you’re a hero, but you’re not. I don’t like losers. Or you fight it, fight it out. You end it big league. And you can die, you know, just go to […]
How strange to be ordinary.