Monthly Archives: September 2012

You had cut your hand in college, At the sinews of your knuckle. We had gone to see you before then, for the play That you were in. That’s how you cut your hand, I think Carving props for your play. I can’t remember if we took you to the hospital Or if we met […]

We had listened to the song on the radio one day, And decided that it would be the theme for our writing project. Our story, our words Were developed around the song’s lyrics. We thought of Las Vegas, A perfect place of paradise, Because of the brilliant sun in the middle of December, Or just […]