The noises can only echo so long, Johnnie LeMaster. Each groan and sigh ricochets off the concrete And is absorbed by it, eaten by the grass. The lone and level sands erased The works of Ozymandias, and yet Still more despair: it also wore away The empty evenings, the lonely children Mistakes, misfortune, misdeeds. The…
Stitches of Permanence By: Rachael McDaniel I live the blessed and fortunate lifestyle of a person who has both severe anxiety and severe ADHD. Which, I guess, is why baseball is my preferred sport. As opposed to something like hockey, where it seems you have to be in horror on the edge of your seat…