The President Elect

It all started on the eve of the elections. The second election that is. The first, already in that distant past, that other world that was five years ago, had been a sudden cataclysm. When the votes had been counted – a mere day it took back then – and the winner was announced it… Continue reading The President Elect

the room

the room is quietcurtains softly swaying              hinting at an outside world(i'm no longer letting in)creeping in on myself,                            into myselfhesitating on the doorstepof that body quietly                                           beingi place my hand on the wall                            trembling texturesfingers gliding over              the quietness gaining soliditythe room surrounding mea hug that can be                            compressingi cupped it… Continue reading the room