Steven Stevenson

Steven Stevenson followed the sun His tanned legs were strong  His stature was short He sat in a hammock drinking a beer He ate Lobster alone on a deck He didn’t work anymore. Steven Stevenson traveled alone  His grey hair was cropped  His nose stubbed He had many sunglasses  And one pair of shorts  He…

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Last Encounters

I was looking at her. I said I think I may be having a heart attack. She told me it was anxiety. She said she had Googled it. I believed her, there had been many nights of broken sleep and high heart rates. No seriously I said, my chest hurts. My throat hurts. And no,…

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