This bus reeks of weed and that’s not why my head is on the windowsill, it’s for North Hampton covers me with grey skies on my return from a summer of nothing.

My family was two single sisters who leaned together in the house where I spent my high school years.

It was bound to happen.

I didn’t want to end up in jail….

From across the hallway, I hear my eleven-year-old son saying to my younger, seven-year-old son

Fucking George didn’t know what to do with John the Elder on his first day back after his daughter died.

“OVER 400 GUNS IN STOCK” says the sign outside my town’s only pawn shop.

“OVER 400 GUNS IN STOCK” says the sign outside my town’s only pawn shop.