ASIN: B0089DSTGM
Publisher: Amazon.com Services LLC
Pages: 234
Snatch the bag, spilling out the devil's bones. Tinkling across the floor, skittering away for what began as the last drip-drop story I would tell my twenty year old son. Red raw, jumping and juking, I trip over the years. Only when the bones land upon the wicked truths am I paused. These words speak of the withheld truths. Truths told only in the tiniest of spaces between a mother and a son as the minute molecules of woebegone burst forth with the telling whiskey in the river.With shoes pinching my toes, the society given shallow skills of shame and fear so cobbled these cold feet of mine. With time, my truth-telling finally kicked off those filthy shoes. Those shabby shoes now rest on the power-pole lines in my front yard as raw emotions choke from my throat. Dangling shoes so precariously hung by tattered shoe-strings that never could tie the bows for this life. Revealing, not so ...
