He, the great who knows he is great, takes his time with sturdy shoes and a shop full of the world's next wonders carving for himself a legacy that he knows is a legacy. So many hate him for knowing it. He, the rich, who only speaks not of it because, to him, there's a … Continue reading About Father
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Baby Barf
I remember that striped shirt. The one my father wears. My little baby had barfed all over mine, so he gave me one of his from the dirty laundry. It had smelled... of generic male deoderant. Not the most sentimental of shirts. And he's still wearing it. Maybe my baby should have barfed all over … Continue reading Baby Barf
He Doesn’t Like Poetry
He doesn't like poetry, because it's all just white noise, emitted by a human heart that was never accurate in the first place. He moves by code, numbers, graphs, and the clever voices arguing politics over the radio. There's no room for what he calls 'sentimentality.' But I am made of poetry, sometimes buzzing just … Continue reading He Doesn’t Like Poetry
Author T.S. Lowe 