when I dropped her off for soccer practice, she smacked me on the lips and banged into my tender nose. causing a little blood to appear.
i said goodbye. told her not to cry. and then drove home through the cool, gray mist of an autumn afternoon.
with the windows down.
Jim Mitchem. I’m seeking the poetry of insignificant moments.
Why I'm a Better Writer Than You | Obsessed with Conformity
Sep 21, 2012
[…] is intended to be ironic. Empathy flings itself in many directions. Sometimes it latches onto brilliant little moments in daily life that resonate enough for me to sit down and write about it. Other times it treads on life’s […]
Zaman
Sep 27, 2012
I like this one. It’s great.