Archive for the ‘ Beau Williams ’ Category
It is a ten minute walk from my apartment on Broadway to the pizza place that pays me to clean up messes made by the people of Dover, New Hampshire. It is technically spring time, but the wool scarf and Holden Caulfield hat that block April from my skin still smells like snow and fireplace. [ READ MORE ]
This is the day you screw gravity sideways and drop the frying pan across the kitchenette through the window. We break things on Weekends. We build effigies with green glass coke bottles and huck baseballs at it. Take off our socks and pick up the pieces. There is too much opportunity on the blank walls [ READ MORE ]
My current license says I am 5’7 because 3 years ago I renewed it and decided I’d been 5’6 for long enough. Now everything is just a little bit smaller. I can see farther If I stand up straight. I normally am still bent bent over and looking down when I walk. I tell myself [ READ MORE ]
This heart is a shoebox in a shoe store. It is placed on top of, under, and next to all the other shoeboxes in the shoe store. It is on the second shelf down, just above eye level next to the elegant models on display. This shoebox is not any different than any of [ READ MORE ]
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