Tag: Poetry

I go outside.

Whenever he is in a bad mood, I go outside. Whenever he interrupts me to criticize the content of the sentence I have yet to finish, I go outside. Whenever he argues with me when I’m agreeing with him, I go outside. Whenever a… Continue Reading “I go outside.”

Today

Today, I feel a need to turn off the noise, to ignore politics just for one day, to take a fucking moment to think. To look around. To notice. Where am I? Where am I going? What is going on? And how the hell… Continue Reading “Today”