It had been a good game. My team had beaten the Oilers by 2 and I’d consumed enough beer to have questionable morals, not to mention possibly poor judgement. The evening had started at a local tavern, one with a...

Strawberries and Cream

"Awakening part of oneself. A short piece where you are welcome to use your imagination."

We bimble on our mortal coil,mere saplings buffeted by ideasthat are rarely our own,with scaffolding built around our hearts.Imprisoned by expectation,and straightjacketing that which simplywill not do. From within my fettered mind, she drew me inwith eyes like rivers -freedom, at...