Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
The old man really loved his woman, clutching his arthritic hand around a curved cane confused without his love, lost without her. Mind decay, mixed with golden years heartache the love of his life tries to fade away, yet her lasting memory remains. I cry like a baby Read more
You say what you need to say You do what’s expected Yet there’s this presence I can’t escape You touch like you’re supposed to You love like requested Yet move like you’re caged You beg me to stay, you plead for me to trust. Yet, I see a shadow lurking, Read more
My mom claims that when we were young, she would occasionally go into her bedroom with a book, lock the door behind her and leave my dad in charge of us on those days when, as she said, “I thought I would lose my mind.” I’d often heard my mom Read more
It has become difficult to walk since I started falling apart. I take a few steps and feel a patch of skin sliding down my calf under my jeans, so I must stop to catch it before it slips onto the ground. I stick it in my pocket hoping I Read more
Hi, my name is Tom, (or Dick, or Harry). I just turned seventy and I’m alone in life. I’m in great shape, except that my fears of commitment have hardened like another man’s arteries. I guess that’s the Big C that I’m afraid of. I had several great girlfriends, but Read more
Our eyes met across the smoke filled bar The Boss playing on repeat on an 80’s jukebox I was a big girl doing shots Laughing, dancing and singing with my girls Not a care in the world or one fuck’s sake In my short skirt, ripped tank, fishnets and combat Read more
a young girl watches her mother faint from lack of food not because the fridge is empty but because her mother chooses to leave her belly so and in two years time this girl will exercise in her room and stop eating breakfast and lunch because she is disgusted at Read more
It was a Sunday when the new recliner flew off the Ford, Daddy having failed to latch the tailgate before he roared onto the southbound, following a semi and an argument with Mother on the finer points of the Sabbath. Sunday is a day for rest, not a day for Read more
