The office door breezes open. Mr. Deity is snug in his chair with his back to the door and doesn’t swivel around to face the intruder. “Go away, Ms. Jones-Berger, I’m busy.”
“Sir, it’s not Ms. Jones-Berger,” a deep voice rumbles…
The office door breezes open. Mr. Deity is snug in his chair with his back to the door and doesn’t swivel around to face the intruder. “Go away, Ms. Jones-Berger, I’m busy.”
“Sir, it’s not Ms. Jones-Berger,” a deep voice rumbles…
why do we like them?
is it because they are soft
and colorful?
is it their humor?
is it their craziness? …
Why are we all so happy,
to turn to someone having a bad day…
real talk
who was supposed to explain to me
that rosemary is a bush
when i spent my whole life
No one can quite put pressure on you,
the same way that the little voice of time…