I haven’t had a visit in my dreams from my deceased dad for many years. You know the type that are SO vivid you can smell, hear, and see every ounce of the scene as if it’s real life….. but you know in your heart It is 100% real…. Whatever “real” means anyways…. “what is...
Sitting cross-legged, branch scratches and purple bruises adorn my skinny legs, marking the time of summer. Moths cling to the window screens, lured by the dim light of my flower printed lamp. I pick up the limp, humidity drenched sheets off of the floor from last night’s restless sleep, and lightly pull each end to...
