I’m an old man now, but I was a boy once, and I saw things—adults with backward rollercoaster eyes, muddy backhoe faces, steel wool fingers, javelin forearms that could tack anything they wanted to a wall, a floorboard, a bed board, or a rusty bedspring creaking for rescue. I was a glass boy then, blown […]
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The Thing About Love
“To love, to be hurt often, and to love again – this is the brave and happy life.” — J.E. Buckrose Like an outage, where the power blinks off, only to return a moment later, Valentine’s Day arrived yesterday, then disappeared. Here, then Poof! Hasta la vista. See you next year. I’m pretty sure a lot […]