By Thomas Page The highway is beautiful at night With a sea of red tail lights And glare reflecting off signs. The night driver tries to stay awake While the rhythm of the blacktop Soothes them to a requiem. Music plays over the radio With a dial turned to an even number And the heater … Continue reading The Night Driver
Post-Work Remains Left
I forgot the applewood bacon in the work fridge. My mother sleeps on the couch as infomercials promising or your money-back guarantee sins blast like music during a tumbling event. There isn't a single Z for shut-eye for me to borrow this evening, I sweated them out in eight-and-a-half hour aisle increments, but I'll get 'em back … Continue reading Post-Work Remains Left
Academy of the Heart And Mind 