Derailed People

I walk out of my comfortable house. I walk 100 yards down the street and climb up a small hill to get onto the tracks. I begin walking down the tracks watching my every step not to step on needles and broken glass. This is some of what I see. Houses made of whatever they…Read more Derailed People

Trashed People

We throw you where we please. You travel wherever the wind takes you. We sometimes acknowledge you, yet choose to neglect you. You not only watch us as we step on you, but also as we step over and around you. How isolated you must feel. How abandoned you must feel. Trash. Trash... How did you…Read more Trashed People