Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
poetry
No country for young men
Who knew that it would hurt so much? That mornings would sometimes feel like death, its great hand pressing upon his chest? That giving up would feel like a warm bed. That going on must be bought with great courage and resolve? The vernal equinox another slow tick in time. A youth sees this species, […]
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Is it okay?
Is it okay if we just sit by the TV until you find sleep (you’re always first) Is it okay that I lie in bed ’til lunch that I stack the dishwasher and hang the toilet paper the wrong way that I say how I really feel when asked that I want to read, rather […]
MoreGroundhogs are not trustworthy
slant of sunrays sky of scattered blue begins the melt boils down to shallow snow leaves little lakes of slate happy hour for fallow fields a drink a taste of false spring
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