Poetry Corner

Dear Christmas, When you return next year, do not come alone, Bring back the part of my heart that you’ve always known.. Let winter winds whisper her name in my ear, Let every carol pretend that she is still here. Why does the silence drown out every bell? Why does the Christmas memory, break the calm so well? Why does the calendar turn anyway, why does the time move without consent? For I remember…it stood still with her, when she was all present? Now that she’s gone, I feel

Ode to a tear that rolled down my cheek

In the pause before the next song plays, In the five seconds before the next Netflix episode airs, In the last count of the yoga...