Monthly Archives: March 2015


Tired Marks

Sometimes I’m just tired. I just get tired. My legs are lead – they want not to move. My knees are stiff, like those of a war veteran grandfather who has been seated, forgotten and left, before the television set … Continue reading


Before Snowhill: In Transit

It doesn’t take long for the man across the car to notice me. We aren’t the only two fellows on the subway, the dirty underground transportation shuttle of our fair and noble city, but we are the only two men wearing the … Continue reading