What’s Left

These mute artifacts of my parents’ life have found a home in my home, silently  judging me. I avert my eyes, move quickly    past on my way from room to room. Why  are they here? I should have sold it all,  removed these reminders of what I did not    do, could not do. […]

Magister Vitae

And tell me this: of all the roads you know, Which is the quickest way to get to Hades? —Aristophanes What the hell’s the deal with these suicidal, daredevil frogs, who insist on hopping out onto the highway, half hidden by fog and mist, scantly illuminated by headlights? I hate the squishy pop of them, […]