Séances
Originally posted on Ishaisms:
1 My eyes droop with the heaviness of my sins and times laid bare in séances that compelled forth reminiscences. They filled each one, the empty chairs placed in…
One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading
My due reward… Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if you loved me more, you would leave the damn Army and stay… Continue reading