by John K. Massey

He came to my porch and talked a lot.

I listened.

He cursed his father.

I listened.

He talked about his demons.

I already knew mine.

He quoted scripture.

I tried to believe him.

He rebuked his demons.

Mine spoke louder.

One cold day locked himself in a garage with a running car.

I haven’t yet.

John K. Massey was born and still lives in Oxford, MS. The son of a farmer/cattleman. His formal education was in psychology and English literature but by happenstance or necessity, but has spent a career as a researcher at a national science laboratory. Poetry and short stories are an outlet he uses to express his feelings on the human condition, recovery and the good and bad things of daily life.

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