No Rest For The Wicked

Category: East Coast Ira

  • A Room Down The Hall

    A Room Down The Hall

    I would concede that my descriptions over simplify reality exactly to the extent that they are misinterpreted.

    I had wanted the room with the windows but it didn’t work out that way.  Instead, my plants and I have taken refuge in the walk-in closet where we sit around a bare light bulb trading ghost stories.  While I have finally succeeded in wrecking my marriage, there remains only one way out of this mess and that is to go through it.

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  • The Time In Between

    The Time In Between

    East Coast Ira walks in the leaves of autumn.
    They smell like fall.
    They smell like frost.
    They smell like change.

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