auto repair and the single mom

i was minding my own business going about the errands and excitement of a regular saturday full of karate classes and community service when suddenly my steering wheel started to creak and my wheels started to moan. i immediately thought to myself, ‘ain’t nobody got time for that.’ but the more i drove the more…

the collector

having never acquired the knack she was not a letter-goer of things and stored thoughts much like the well traveled woman collected knickknacks memories displayed themselves on disorganized shelves in the crevices of her mind giving her an eccentric air some thought charming her speech jumble she talks of silk dresses and closed fountains as though…