I can feel the cold on my skin. It’s a sensation let’s say, but neither pleasant nor unpleasant. […]
Author: Emlyn Lewis
It’s like I don’t know what I’m doing. Meghna gave me a No Days Off calendar, and as […]
When I’m tired, I get quiet. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m tired until I realize my eyes […]
I’m not trying to affect that paranoid style that seems so popular in America today. And I’m not […]
The New Year. Yuck. The holiday hangover from too much of everything. Good intentions. Dark mornings. The cold. […]
On Saturday I woke at 5:35am in a too-soft bed in a rental condo in Vermont. It had […]
It’s a tall goddamned order, being cheerful, but what are you going to do? Sulk around all the […]
We didn’t have to do it this way, the alarm set for dark o’clock, headlamps, a pack for […]
I ignore my phone a lot, leave it on silent mode, so I didn’t see the text until […]
It’s the solstice. The shortest day of the year. Can metaphors be too apt? Is darkness as a […]
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