I hear the ticking of the clock as life passes me by.My screen is practically embedded in my dead dry eyes.I’m scrolling, I’m scrolling, bored out of my mind. Constant sharp pain courses through my body.Sharp aches clawing at me, tearing me up insideI wish I had a job, a salary,But health isn’t something money can buy. So I hum to myself to the beat of my heart I reprimand myself because surely...

We are only away                  only safein our might.Slow feet,                      tired eyes -breathe easy this night.Howls of wolves and foghorn of generations               PrayWith hymns and litanies to Sin and Tammuz and treesfor strength and time.As in lament and adjuration we try to thriveUmbilical(ed) to our versions of fightfierce and raw with faith, We'll create this destiny and...