by Adonis Diaz When your doctor tells you “It’s time to get back on an antidepressant” You begin to wonder What you did wrong You begin to ask yourself If you can remember a time Where you felt joy Or simply okay You wonder if there was ever a time that you didn’t hear a hollow symphony Of…
by Devon Marsh This is the kind of fire that will go completely to ash. No remnants of oak left in the morning when I sip coffee, rest my hand on warm bricks, and our eyes share a smile acknowledging how flames moved together and made sounds.
