Politics

I hear a knock from the cellar and call on Ego to answer the door: “Money for the poor?” a young man ponders, “What am I doing here?” and the door is shut, hands still warm.   I can handle up to six hundred dollars at a time, enough for rent, some shoes, wine ifContinue reading “Politics”

Frozen Lake

It has taken me a while to sit in a dark corner, rest in my chair and think about the scene on the lake: children following chilled ear-muffed parents, falling into black puddles my eyes sore from their grimaces and yet, all too soon, they come back up again.   I was never too trustingContinue reading “Frozen Lake”

Washing Off Fear

Things that scare me: too much movement, not enough time, students failing classes, children falling in line to a code of conduct the state tends to copy from one generation to the next– why can’t they provide bandaids instead for the multitude of broken hearts and wings clipped off before they got to fly, myContinue reading “Washing Off Fear”

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