Pete held the bundle of white cloth and in it, the rifle.
writing
The party started out fine.
I met you way back when,
Thinking it was in ‘77,
Recalling your kisses so intense,
I thought I went to Heaven.
My eldest daughter lives in St. Mary’s Hospital psychiatric ward.
Partly to consummate our
guilt…
His ears buzzed—sound was returning to him.
Birds sing as / Clouds invade the sky
