and other December poems

And a theory about art

Hello, friends. How is everyone doing? Merry and bright? Or seasonally depressed? Or a little of both, like those sinks that have separate faucets for hot and cold water and you have to try to manually mix them together in order not to burn or freeze? Here in — well, I

On refocusing our humanity

An honest love poem

Notes from the end of the storm

just, for a moment, lost in dreams

My phone doesn’t recognize me in the morning My boyfriend and I try to guess why. Is it because the light is dimmer? (It doesn’t seem to be) Or I don’t have my glasses on? (But when I wear contacts it has no problem with those) Is

by "You are not alone, and this will not last forever"

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