im not a writer im a hockey player

Me and the neighbors were all standing outside our building. The fire alarm had gone off, and we were waiting for the fire department to give us the okay to go back in. It was cold, people were anxious, someone didn’t have time to find their shoes.  As the sole writer in the group ofContinue reading “im not a writer im a hockey player”

My Hoodie Smells Like Greg

My green hoodie I wear like every day still kinda smells like this guy, Greg, from Black Canyon City, Arizona, a little town just north of Phoenix on the Agua Fria River.  It was supposta smell like a Philadelphia Vireo, a very rare species for the area, which had been spotted there several times overContinue reading “My Hoodie Smells Like Greg”