"But it's not fair!" Myrna said. Myrna's father, Bob, rubbed his forehead. Each generation of teenagers had mastered the nasal twang and that drawn-out last syllable without ever hearing it from their ancestors. How did they do it? And what made it so annoying? "Look," Bob said. "Nobody ever said life was fair." "Games have … Continue reading Life’s Equity
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This Man
This is my first shot at free verse. Constructive feedback would be appreciated. He sits at the foot of my bed His words a river Filling the empty lake Of his daughter’s soul. Those days when my spine quivers, He becomes the mountain at my back. When I worry myself into a knot He is … Continue reading This Man