Wrinkles.

As my breathing turned laborious with every tick of the smallest hand on the clock, the touch of the metal felt colder against my burning toes. I had wound up in a hospital bed after 87 rounds around the Sun, give or take a few, depending upon my father’s memory. I tried to move myContinue reading “Wrinkles.”

Still looking…

Silently he stood, wrinkled eyes wide, mouth pursed, Putting together the world piece by piece. The trees had grown up only to be sheared, The jungles turned into concrete. The view from his window of nesting birds, Had been replaced by hoardings of beautiful girls. The balcony of the next house never opened, The childrenContinue reading “Still looking…”