Prose Poetry

He’s playing the piano in the corner with a clunk-clunk-clunk half out of tune his fingers coming down hard on the keys like they owe him for a childhood trauma beating them down in some disjointed rhythm   His face twisted in a grimace and toes curled up in cheap shoes trying so damn hard […]

This is Border Country.   If you come here on a clear day, you can see into the future.   Just a few seconds – but sometimes, that’s enough.   It can be lonely. But it is peaceful in a way no other place seems to be. Peaceful, and quiet.   The air is cool. […]