“Jeff found scuff marks on the windowsill.”

“Yes, from your shoes.”

“I wasn’t wearing shoes.”

“You weren’t?”

“No. I was in my stockinged feet. Cassidy, someone climbed in that window before I fell out of it.”

Thursday, May 7, 2015

New Poem

Zelda strikes again--she takes on me and women who beg when they shouldn't. God help us all.
First on my poetry page.