Beneath the fogof sleepless nights,I wake togrey morningaftergrey morningaftergrey morning. The lack of sunlightand color dulls my vision.The hum of alternativefacts dulls my mind.The very act ofgetting out of bedfeels brave in thisnew world whereevery news cycleseems to come withheavy…
The winter air is too thin andthe January moon shines too brightly.I will stay inside to tend the hearth,to warm myself by the fire,to protect myself from the cold. For the January moon shines too brightlyand it may reveal the…
After fights with him,I seek comfort inused bookstores,surrounded bypeeling book spines,the words of ghosts, andthe whisper of turned pages.The stories of peoplewho have it worse than I do. He seeks comfort inneighborhood barssurrounded bypeeling beer labels,the laughter of drunks, andthe…
