Impasses

I live at the bottom of a street that ignores the entrepreneurs; where people like me like to imagine we’re on some kind of Path; where your half-open mouth is almost forgotten. But this morning’s all wrong. I sense the noonday demon sliding under the door and up the stairs to my room; I wonder if there’s a beer in the fridge left over from last night.

Six Sixes

A collection of six notes from a room  in a little ebook on Six Sentences.