Month: November 2015

I am special and full of admiration I wonder what it would be like to admire all of life creations I hear my song on the pages of every memoir I see similarity in all life I want to be special, but can’t I am special and full of admiration I pretend I know myself […]

Many of the men came regularly and Matt knew them by name – at least by their nicknames. Kris laid supine, flexing and extending one knee after the other. Ejikeme throttled up and down a short distance. A man whom Matt had seen many times without ever hearing anyone scream his name during a game […]

Men nostalgic for the game they once played come to relive their boyhood at pickup soccer. To score that goal they missed playing as children in the backyards of their homes and on street corners with friends. To reverse the goal they conceded as goalie when they let their team down. Other grown-ups come to […]