I am far too cautious,
rarely allowing myself to be...

Sunny days aren't promised to us.
I repeat this, my mantra, as Fleetwood Mac...

This morning, she blared classical music
from the master bedroom. I know it was to...

The other night, I raided my closet
for traces of you...

I was thrown across
Omaha, hitting the...

Local news is eating it up,
"finally, protestors acting grown up...

You raised two suicidal
kids. One who questions...

pandemics and natural
disasters and sicknesses...

I'm always cleaning
leftover dishes - the milk...

I often wished for
more of your silence...

The hollowing out has
started; there's nowhere...

i don't know how she does it; after
waking up before dawn for two days...