I was never a good poet. My brain seems hardwired for prose. I can write a beautiful sentence full of metaphor and irony, but any attempt to craft that into something short ultimately results in something cliche and insincere. Still, despite my shortcomings, I never stopped trying to write poems. I still enjoy the genre … Continue reading My Bad Poetry: Should I Quit?
Every winter I seclude myself in my hobbit hole of a home. I surround myself with hot beverage, warm blankets, and fuzzy sweaters so I can pretend that the cold doesn't exist. The short days drag into never-ending weeks of self-isolation and hibernation. All the hours pass by in a gray smog of monotony, fatigue, … Continue reading Winter Melancholy
We watch the seasons change from our windows, unable to go outside in the sun. We watch the world turn from inside our front door, knowing that the Earth rotates on. From across the street a neighbor shouts their greetings. We both comment on how the weather looks today. The phone rings and it's family … Continue reading Another Shitty Poem About Quarantine