MEDITATION ON CAREENING If you are careening toward the darkness standing at the intersection of New Beginnings and Old Era Road, confused about how to recover from a rut remember bad shit happens but bitches who are bad bounce back. Walk the tidepool against the current. You do not have to be discreet reserved orContinue reading “3 poems by Laura Sweeney“
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