The Winter is Deep

I’m still in slumber. While the first blossoms peak outlike pink popcorn on trees, I sink into warm covers. But dreams don’t bring peace. Old wounds are cut fresh.I’m haunted by images of past lovers. The winter is deep. I want to be happy in the here and now,But these freezing days have left my […]

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Dreams (pt. 1)

I’ve had vivid dreams the past two nights, after many months of haze or not remembering.  Both featured men from past relationships. This is part one. Dream of the Messenger On the night of the 23rd I met the sister of the man (let’s call him S.) from my summer in India. I was elated. […]

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