“You’re there when the leaves change. / They crunch under my feet like crepe paper,”
Read More
“The day you died, snow fell / as if the sky were apologizing / for the hardness of the Earth and darkness of night,”
Read More
“I look forward as I run, through the mist, fog, thick, dense. There is a hill; if we get there, we can roll down and shield ourselves.”
Read More
“I can only bench the bar,” you’ll tell your guy friends jokingly. Everyone will laugh, including you, but you’ll wonder why you felt the need to make a joke of it.
Read More