spin cycle of tears

when i was a kid we went to the laundromat every sunday morning back then i hated it, or thought i did we would get up early, my father and i, and get there as it opened a deck of cards and endless hands of spades or hearts or go fish to make the time […]

left sleeves

was doing some shopping a chore i despise when this mother comes around the corner in a fury she is telling her daughter if she keeps it up she’ll break her arm and in the old days there was a chance she’d have to get it removed i hid a smile the little girl said […]