You have many names – none of them pleasant. Each slides off the tongue like turpentine that’s been accidently swallowed. Poison. You sneak into my thoughts at night, disrupting sleep I desperately need. You toy with my memories of a past I can’t...
I know the polite thing to say when someone pays me a compliment about my writing is “Thank you,” but I always find myself going into a lengthy explanation as to why the poem, song or story got written and what inspired me. I should just say “Thank...