Pace yourself, there’s further to go
When summer heat finally winds down
Later in the year than ever before
Dark storms loom along the horizon
Small battles on flooded shores
Years built of rented, splintered floors
10.4.19
Jobs, a roof, a dog, a roof,
We can dance on the kitchen
To slow old blues songs
We have everything, she says
10.3.19
A life of writing
Is a marathon
Not a sprint
No one knows
Where it ends
Either way
9.28.19
I’m here
Take my hand
I can’t stop
Your pain but
I’ll hold you
While you cry
9.25.19
Celebrate the good days with a ring
Remember the trauma with a drink
Love yourself despite everything