Jobs The jobs blur together, into one big mess. It gets to where I can’t remember, which preceded which. Who I worked with, for how Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Jobs→

Tonight will not be here tomorrow. The bottle will still be here, barring accident or injury. Just like ourselves. But tonight will not be here Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Tonight will not be here tomorrow→

I thought about posting a poem I wrote. Never done it before, at least not that I can remember. And why not just post one? Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Poetry→

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