There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.
The end of summer is making sure I feel it.
I have some micropoems published in a new anthology.
New Published Poem
There’s no better time than a lockdown to rediscover your love for an old cartoon you watched as a child.
Why keep ourselves so constricted to something as meaningless as a clock right now?
It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.