July 5, 2021Death
She brushed it aside
and brushed it aside
as we all did
the fly that kept
landing in her casket.
from #71 - Spring 2021
from #71 - Spring 2021
Mike White
“A sizable portion of what I write would best be described as ‘whistling in the dark’ around death. The whistling gives me some peace, and even some pleasure.”