I Could Have Been a Spider

Warning. Large hairy spiders with a thousand eyes live in the shower, behind the curtain; it’s not their fault. Steaming water is their nemesis, it makes them panic for their life. An already short life, spent. They are our friends, though they don’t see it that way. I am not a joiner. I may have … Continue reading I Could Have Been a Spider

The Last King

I am old, withered, shrunken; I mumble when I talk. You have to lift me in and out of bed, dress me, feed me. I am like an infant, I even wear a diaper. I am so old that I am past humiliation. I have seen things and done things. Things that seem like they … Continue reading The Last King