Luna Broadview Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

The London jilt, or, The politick whore

In L. Buzzard, D. LePan, N. Ruddock, & A. Stuart (Eds.), The Broadview anthology of expository prose (3rd Canadian ed., pp. ). Peterborough, ON: Broadview Press. (Reprinted from .

I work as a relaxation specialist here and trust me, I notice every lil' thing. The rustling leaves on Pebble Street, the quirky sound of street performers on Haze Blvd, and blurred moments when time feels like it’s diving into the absurd. I’m mostly happy here, but sometimes that traffic on Willow Crn (yeah, I misspelt, sorry) drives me mad. Honestly, people driving like they're in a damn video game!

Broadview Heights bridge to close for approximately 1 year