loneliness has many colors; the deep pomegranate of longing, the vast cobalt of a clear, lonely sky, the wilting daffodil of I miss you, the charred coal of so you’ve found someone else. to call them muted would be to rob them of their potency; rather, the colors of loneliness are so vibrant that it…
Category: Poetry
Sticks and Phones
A flip phone Pressed against my hip As I sit Close enough to be sprayed Every now and then With the occasional stray droplets As close as I can get To the roar of nature Without going under Like A flip phone Collecting rust before I picked it up (what a relic) So I sit …