Because I cannot fathom a moment in life when I didn't have him there with a call, his voice carrying that of four men, his hands another knuckle in size.
Have been navigating medical issues. Writing is difficult to finish at the moment. My old neighborhood liked this though. The rumble of the train, and the bellowing of its horn, would sound around the end of day, in this place that I was born. The Olympics would be all aglow as the Sun did take its... Continue Reading →
Angst-igator: Someone who revels in displaying their indignation to instigate an argument.
Sometimes I wish people would ask me why I named this place "Tempests Follow?" It is something in my paper mess here that I wrote long ago. In short it means, with the winds of change, tempests follow. The roughest of seas become calm in time, the smoothest quick to turn rough as well. I... Continue Reading →