The cab is late, the roads are terrible, we choose the wrong exit. When I try to check-in, […]
Acceptance
Robert Schwartz was my mother’s father. We called him Poppa. A week and a half ago, I landed […]
A magnetic poem. All due credit to whomever designed these wonderful toys.
Friday I An obelisk, massive in the sky, buries the mall in its shadow. It stretches to […]
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