There’s something about a fertility clinic
That puts people on edge, dancing around
The hard truths about how much it costs
When the universe says no, man still tries
10.10.19
Talk me through the winding woods
Across the bitter chill and windy rains
Leave your worries in tear-soaked leaves
10.8.19
Little victories buried between broken days
Step small, breathe slow, and learn to let go
10.6.19
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