Test results are always a problem. I remember back in school my teachers passing tests back, going down the rows …
Plague Poem for Day Fifty-Nine by J.K.Durick
What would it be like to retire, be one of those guys you always see on their way somewhere – …
Plague Poem for Day Fifty-Eight by J.K. Durick
My mother has been dead for some years now, long enough that it affects my sense of today, Mother’s Day …
Plague Poem for Day Fifty-Six by J.K.Durick
What will they think, what will they say our children, grandchildren, historians fifty, a hundred years from now, will they …
Plague Poem for Day Fifty-Seven by J.K.Durick
It’s a stock movie device – the creature, monster, serial killer… is laid out, down for the count, or only …