Behind The Eight Ball

You never met your paternal Grandfather, her husband and your Dad’s Father. All your Dad told you about him was that he died while potting the eight-ball in a game of pool; it occurs to you that there’s an explanation (other than your misspent youth) for your prowess with a pool cue and your chronic…

Not Waving, Drowning

Now that delicious feeling has morphed into a contracted foreboding that you just can’t seem to shake without at least two glasses of wine.

Primal Scream

“I am more awake than I have ever been… yet reeling from the dream.”