Category: Writing

Boots Of Spanish Leather I

The Barcelona Baptism First Steps Ah, there it is. I collapsed in the torn up bus seat with the smell of bourbon still tracing my final hours of farewells. My stomach was churning the collective week of mayhem and puzzle piece memories… I imagined… Continue Reading “Boots Of Spanish Leather I”

On the Spit

“…suddenly, the true brutes had shown themselves. The immediate wave of visceral disgust of being spat on was wrestling with the newfound disgust of hearing the words uttered under the veneer of ‘civility’. “