queer fish – Dumpster Fire Press

Bad Friends I flip open my zippo lighter…flick …flick… The orange flame lights my Kent cigarette; the smell of tobacco fills the air. I grab a church key and open a bottle of beer. I’m drowning my sorrows with booze; it soothes my parched throat. Half buzzed; I take a stroll to MY community center.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Steven Dee Kish”