This place is home because it’s “us” Now we can be us, because we’re home © Irinamahova | Dreamstime.com – Home Photo
The only quietude he’d ever known Was throwing papers in the morning dark; As there, in dawning silence he, alone, Would pedal past the edges of the park. Each paper that he’d throw would, in an arc, Land gracefully upon a greening lawn. The contrast to his home life was so stark, Where all was … Continue reading "Paperboy"
for love of home, he even gave up his misery
Florida: home (of mixed feelings).
But there you are.
My life is glamorous.