A piece ofmarinated meatleft to rot.
Author: David Huzzard
You awake in a housesurrounded by a hot plate,refrigerator stocked with food,fresh water, electricity, everything…
I remember sitting in my American Literature class in college when we were about to…
Ideological differences too stark,raised to fight,our war predestined. No hill worth dying for.When wars are…
Every night my father would sit down with a crime novel and a gin and…
I want to fine a place of peaceas exists in half forgotten memories.A creek I…
If this global pandemic has taught me anything it is don’t put too much faith…
The Covid truthers will tell you that it only kills people with preexisting conditions. That…
If you’re like meand find yourselffeeling a little more broken than beforestart your morningwith this…
March 13, 2020 was on of the strangest days of my life. The weather was…
David Huzzard Writes 