Archives: Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Canvas Tool Kit

  my grandfather rode up on his motorcycle and tossed me a wrapped canvas toolkit in my dream. Greasy wrenches screwdrivers so old  the walnut handles looked like rocks.   He knew I was in trouble had been a long time all my old friends had turned against  me for reasons of their own and I had

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Only Questions

“Oh dear,” she said as she peered into the garden. “There seem to be more of them.” He joined her at the window. “Hell and death. When the devil did he do that?” Her cup ratted against the china saucer. She steadied it with her free hand. “I don’t know. Perhaps he goes and builds

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