I’m just a kid. Adults don’t care much about what I think. But I do think. And I listen. I go up the tiny stairs to the attic and wipe the strands of cobwebs off the broken radio that my parents had dumped. And I grab the big knob in both hands and turn it […]Read more "It’s Just A Radio"
I have a war cry and it is burning deep inside
Shall I release it, or at least live knowing that I tried?
Her eyes were big and blue; her curly black pigtails waved about as she turned this way and that in the shopping cart, trying to see everything. She giggled happily and waved her chubby hand at a random passerby. Then her gaze caught a magazine rack and her blue eyes darkened. She studied the lady […]Read more "Delusion"