What do you expect, being born on Friday the 13th? That was my fate without me knowing it and the madness that followed, followed the madness that followed the madness.
All Souls Day
The father never got his watch fixed. It was a valuable clue, a historical artifact. He’d never tamper with stuff like that. It was found in his apartment after his own death, still frozen at 10:52.
Body bag blues
An uplifting poem for Father’s Day Got the body bag blues Reckon I paid my dues Father, brother, mother, son, wife All dead and gone, deprived of life. Just me … Continue reading Body bag blues
The afterlife: Riding the wave
His heart suddenly goes into overdrive. It’s his son’s voice on the phone. His son who died eighteen months earlier at the age of twenty-three.