It is amazing how a walk through a particular location can inspire a story. Just a few days ago, I visited Fort Pickens in Florida and was struck by this fortress. Touching the walls, I kept thinking of what must have been felt and experienced here over the years, leading to my mental wheels spinningContinue reading ““Ghosts””
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“The Dancer”
Every chance I get, I dance Swaying to and fro to the sounds of my own music My hips pop, crackling like kindled tinder But first, I need a light I wait patiently for it A user not a beggar, accepting whatever offering comes my way Once I’m warmed up, I sway There is aContinue reading ““The Dancer””
Chris Kauzlarich 