...and she reclined, exhausted, in a rotting easy chair by the fire. A tabby cat watched her from the table, unmoving, its golden eyes reflecting the flicker of the crackling flame. Drills at the back of her head ( Read more... )

And so begins the age of desperation. I am not an entirely complex individual, but I am not content with going simply with the way things are. I have a job. I will go nowhere with this job. I have schooling that does not apply to this job. I have no desire to finish this schooling. I look out across my yard and wonder why I didn't plant a garden ( Read more... )

...Men with shallow hearts and shallow minds; perspectives less indulged and dry, pitiful and short and desperatly vacant, the cold hum of a motel sign ( Read more... )