Kate Daniels: The Poem
Niobe had just lost her son.
To help herself, she read a poem
to those assembled in the funeral home
Michael Simms: Only You
I woke this morning remembering the room we had in Paris which looked out on the Seine.
A crew of skateboarders in 12-step recovery.
Sandra McPherson: Drunkard’s Path
From the table I selected a Big Book:
“The more hopeless he feels, the better.”
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