Now, Now by Ashley Kirkland
This many years and you’d think I could do something other than press myself up against tomorrow with my eyes closed. I never used to be this way: laughing as I stare my problems in the face, all I’ll figure it out later. But then again, no one ever said this would happen. I was […]
Aubade by Jonathan Fletcher
The morning is no easier. Behind pinkish clouds, a solid red breaks through, blinding me with brightness. So tired am I of it all, having stayed hopeful the day before, which turned into evening, which turned into night, which turned into anxiety. And despair. And resignation. If there are birds serenading the growing light, I […]
