The Boomerang Kids

Poetry by Amnesia Grok- That night, I dream of the perfect son, & I dream of what he’d be like. Come next morning, I find that Dream Child still in my head, & he’s taking online classes & demanding piano lessons!\

Good News

By: Amnesia Grok -This kid shows up on my doorstep the other day, Just another ranting crackhead waking me up on a Sunday morning? Or is it something more?