I met him in the Spring—by accident.He was sweaty that first day, like hehadn’t showered in weeks, though the real culpritwas the scorching heat of the sun that seemed to have no end.Our friendship grew into a tangled web of danger,and trying to navigate his room was harder thana ballerina tip-toeing on a tightrope.I felt... Continue Reading →
On Holding Back Tears
Somewhere, there is someone with tears that attempt to be kept from falling. Maybe a graduation or funeral is the place, or perhaps a bride on her wedding day. Somewhere, some lone stranger will sniff and look away, like a criminal caught in the act of a most heinous crime, As others, who are not... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 