Saggy bumper

Old saggy bumper.  She was a beauty of a truck. 93 Toyota…I don’t know anything about cars, but I am pretty sure there wasn’t even a model name.  It was just the red trucky, saggy bumper.  My dad’s weekend truck that drove him back and forth to the dump.  I had recently acquired the driving […]

Home

There is no place to go when there is nowhere called home And the only place left is lost and alone The only thing good is in front of your face But stuck and confused and frozen in place Collecting the tears that stream down your cheek In buckets and barrels and everything leaks Nothing […]