and then…

she came home.
beatdown #2: complete.
may beatdown #3 be a hangnail.
and may you never hear about any of this nonsense again.

when surrounded…

do not sit in the building and wait it out.
do as butch cassidy and the sundance kid did,
and, in gold and sepia, run across the courtyard
filled with the spraying bullets and sand and
that which has chased you and flee.
this time of year is rife with the riflefire of personal history.
a week ago i sat in [...]