Hot and cold

Steam rising here. Smoke rising there. For now, he stays put, looking away. The clouds roll by as the sun sets.

The Stakehouse

By the time i stood at the doors where the first of many people checked the papers i was carrying thoroughly and me just a little less thoroughly, a part of me had melted into the black, tarred road.

Sweaty summer days

Of unplanned expenses and sweaty summers.