Short, sweet, and simple. A story from the Wild West!
Poem: Coming Home Four in the morning. There is an Irish man on the bus Talking to himself, clearly intoxicated. "I'm coming home!" He blurts out suddenly, To an audience of no-one. But I hear. After some grunts and mumbling, he asks: "Where the fuck are we?" A mighty question for his... Continue Reading →
A poem I made for the 100th year of Finnish independence! Happy Independence Day, Finland! #Suomi100
Hello reader! I hope you enjoy my new short story! Please, write a comment, as feedback is always appreciated! Yours, J.J.