His Neighborhood

One sharp eyeroll shot me out of church doors, into the clear, hot air greeted by a blue sky hostess, with her hand out, leading me to meet a Man. A Man I've once heard of through maternal lore: Dirty, criminally minded, poor, slum. Dead end to society; a Man of rags and disease. But … Continue reading His Neighborhood



How to describe her fuzzy legs? A curious friend, shyly begs. A gentle stroke upon her toe is like a flake within the snow. Item so small it's barely felt, but too much pressure and she shall melt. For all her hairs can catch strong air and make her sad, and stressed, and scared. Imagine … Continue reading Tarantula