Hi. So I’ve been mostly silent for a lot of reasons. I’ve found it very difficult to write much of anything creatively in the past few weeks for obvious reasons. If it wasn’t COVID-19 anxiety, it was sending myself spiraling into a hypochondriacal coma or, ya know, racial injustice. As a black man, a gay […]
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How the Coronavirus Saved My Relationship With My Mother
If your daily droll resembles mine in the slightest, I’m sure it’s sixty percent coronavirus discussion, thirty percent anxiety, and ten percent trying to go on living your normal life before all this. Now, if the above percentage wasn’t indication enough, I’m absolutely certain you don’t want to hear me spout on about how everything […]
Meet Me in a Raindrop
Suspended in a raindrop that never fell.
A memory that hasn’t happened
replays on and on
but I won’t tell. Continue reading “Meet Me in a Raindrop”