Gypsy
The bag was flimsy. The cheap kind shopkeepers didn’t run a mental tally on before giving out. The plastic was so thin you could see your hand through it. It was the color of mother’s milk. Inside lay a… Continue Reading
Month: April 2017
A Bukowski Styled Ode to Coffee
I’ve been reading a lot of Charles Bukowski lately. Not sure why it took till I was nearly 40 to discover this writer. In the last 6 weeks, I’ve read each of his novels in chronological order, twice. Not… Continue Reading