An Old Navy Man

Photo by Johanne LaRoque

By Johanne LaRocque

 

His coffee tastes of freshly tarred driveway Burning nostrils, stinging eyes, feeding Tendrils of bitterness sprouting from Inky black grounds of hate settled in the bowl of his soul A self-proclaimed old navy man The smell of his fear rises like evening tide in the Volume of TV hate talk, checks […]