Most of all, I’m finding my solace in literature. Each book is a life raft, floated to me by the universe during a hard, strange season of life.
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Prose Poem, March, Published today
Burningword Literary Magazine APRIL 2019 | NONFICTION | 0 COMMENTS March As in, pick up your mud-crusted boots and move along. Forward, onward. Stopping to ponder one’s thoughts could lead to a frozen death, a swampy drowning. March As in, the January memory of one million bodies filling the DC green (not green at all), the wind cold and…