The Salesman

When I’m making sales, I’m jolly and jovial, buying rounds at the bar and laughing with strangers. I slap backs and knock back drinks with those who’ve fallen victim to my charm. I sing along to the songs I’ve known all my life. I nod as the regulars share stories I’ve heard too many times.... Continue Reading →

Bob O’Marley’s

Writing came easy. Before the deal. When it was just me nothing had to be perfect. Now it haunts me to the letter. I write handcuffed, knowing a deadline lurks. Editors loom. My family persists. So I’m left with nothing. I close my laptop. This isn’t working. My little office. My old town. What was I thinking? That... Continue Reading →

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