Praying Drunk
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to […]
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to […]
My father cinched the rope, A noose around my waist, And lowered me into The darkness. I could taste My […]
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, Each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, Waste time, and use […]