Dispatches from the Void. V.III

It’s very strange being abroad while your country is in turmoil. There’s a sense of survivor’s guilt, mixed with a helpless “how do I get my family and friends out?”—and of course, the realization that none of that is simple. Immigration is difficult no matter where you go.

Dispatches from the Void. V.II

The household remains in upheaval as the energetic spaniel continues her reign of terror. The cats are plotting. We spectate.​ And await our fate.

And so We Laugh

Find someone else –

To man off to.

You’re laughing but this isn’t cute

We’re laughing for another purpose.

It isn’t cute.

The Long Road

the ice in the air today feels like relief a rare december when the bite of the air on my face feels like hope and the crunch of the grass is the rhythm of my march towards you and all my poems feel half finished now and the days are dark right now, my loveContinue reading “The Long Road”