The Irreverent Gravedigger

The gravedigger leaned on his shovel, glaring up at the sun, annoyed. Sweat made dirt trails down his dusty face, drenching his shirt wet. He was digging a hole for a lady, cursing… Continue reading

Waiting for My Ship to Sail

Rickety rocking chair rocks back and forth as I wait for my ship to set sail. Big dreams scamper across my pillow as I snore to the sound of waves crashing . I… Continue reading

Chicks, Music & Wine

Neighbor nun knocked on my door with a rosary, shoving it into my hands. I hear you on weekends, she muttered, with your chicks, your wine and your loud, bad music. I’ve been… Continue reading