Stephanie’s Station

Stephanie’s right hand was stuck inside the door of a baby blue Lexus. While she was in no pain—that would come later—she couldn’t wiggle her fingers. She worried they’d no longer be three-dimensional once the door opened again. In the front seat, the grownups talked with an easy camaraderie about Read more

Bone Spurs

You cannot ram your way through the pain You cannot wish away the sorrow Lord knows I’ve tried to slither, shed skin, and hide away the day Do you want to know a secret? The fucking hardcore pain, the really ugly snot nose teary eyed drop to your knees and Read more