Blue (a poem draft)

It got colder on the first week of March, like the sun had somehow retreated back into the darkness of space and the Earth just suddenly shuddered at the ghosting. Could it do that, though, the sun? Just walk off because this blue planet isn't so blue anymore? Who wrote the rules of gravity anyway?…Read more Blue (a poem draft)

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This Heavy Load

The sky is falling and the earth is splitting and we will fall into the chasms created by the ground tearing apart at its seams.   There's nothing to inhale now -- only black smoke and guilt and regret and that never leaves the lungs and we cannot take a breath to scream.   And…Read more This Heavy Load