Disinterested She had an air of quiet intelligence. She sat on her bar stool in the tightest red dress I’d ever seen, her amber eyes on her drink and a cigarette between her fingers. Each puff of smoke was the same as the next, each sip of her vodka exacting. She was good, real good, […]
Did you see that, I just gave birth to a word?
Words have the power to hurt more than any fist, damage more than a bullet might dream. Words can tarnish a life with a carefree aside, destroy with the freedom only the glib can muster, strike at any time. And yet there is love. Yes, love. Thank goodness for words.
Sniffle, snuffle, cough I’m talking in winter tongues By summer they’re gone