Mid-April already? Time is such a liquid concept. Today, my already may be your finally.
It is already April?
Finally, it is spring.
In February, my finally was louder than my already.
Finally, Winter has lifted the frayed ends of her long gray coat and begun her drawn-out egress.
I’ve had two more poems published, this time in the literary journal Anti-Heroin Chic. An unusual name, to be sure. I love the following excerpt from their site:
‘Anti-Heroin Chic’ meaning that what is beautiful is what is broken, that our imperfections, our exiles, our exclusions, are what define our humanity most, not the polished surface or the Instagram culture which encourages us to dissociate from who and how we truly are.
If you’d like to read my poems and see more, you can click here:
As always, I am deeply grateful that you are out there, reading.
Thank you, thank you.