An autumn evening.
I wonder if that other fork is lonely? All the other forks are in couples. Who knew that forks were so cliquish? He should find like a spoon, or a spork, or something. Shock the neighbors. I wonder if forks chew Trident? Or know they are tridents? Is there such a brand anymore? I don’t … Continue reading "The Way My Mind Works"
I lay crossways on the backseat of my father’s Volkswagen Type 3 reading “The Melted Coins” a book I had just purchased in North Chili New York with a flimsy pillow beneath my back and a lonely feeling from this being our first family vacation without either my brother or my sister who had grown … Continue reading "Melted Coinage"