VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal

The Lows  The lows are too low. The blues are too blue. These feet can’t go on. They get in my way. The wind does not blow. I march to no drum. This cold is too cold. It freezes my brain. I hope against hope. Without you I lose. This bitter lemon life is notContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kevin M. Hibshman

Different Day It’s a different day. Hope registers as a pain very familiar yet impossible to locate. Last night tossed aloft on a pure wave of intoxication. It’s a different day. I wake up feeling strange. Everything looks the same, but the air has shifted, altering cognition. I recognize the stains. It’s a different day.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kevin M. Hibshman”