Eating My Words

I wake Saturday morning to find a UPS box by the back door to the side of the bikes. It must have arrived sometime Friday. This is where the landlords leave my mail when it is delivered to them. I’m not expecting a package but judging by size and weight I have a suspicion aboutContinue reading “Eating My Words”

Dirtnap

A couple people I know died on a day K and I were in Western Massachusetts. She wanted to look at old cemeteries that day. Something must’ve been in the air. She’d looked up one about an hour away in an old guide book but my brother said there were a couple little ones inContinue reading “Dirtnap”