Tagged winter

Here comes the sun

Poetry Month always comes at this time of year: April, when I’m weighed down with school work and coming out of (hopefully) the stark sad of winter.

I must admit, I haven’t been so inspired.

This winter has been long and cold and snow-filled. I think we’ve all taken a beating, you know? Amidst all the funk of below-zero temps and incapacitating snow, my job shifted a bit and granted me more freedom to feel… that loneliness.

I’m not trying to complain here, maybe just reminisce about the winter behind (because I’m only going on and up), but after last year’s loss, I think there is a hole that I still haven’t learned to fill completely.

The good things have been monumental really: poetry readings with amazing friends and colleagues, a lovely partner who supports and understands, selling art and feeling proud for it, connecting with photography, beautiful skies and concrete, all of it. So much of it.

The hope is in the weather breaking, the renewal of life and love and getting something back from the world. Always.

So this note is just to breathe and digest. I hope you are all doing the same. Especially all my local peeps… We’ve earned it after this winter. Be solid. Hang tight. The sun is coming…

 

Layers just mean warm

Here comes the cold weather. Already I have coworkers and friends asking how many layers I’m wearing. Yea, I’m pretty much the coldest person I know, keeping my work office at like 92˚F. It’s fine. I may or may not have blood. Anyhow, with the colder weather comes the “homeless” jokes.

Sometimes it isn’t a joke, I guess. Once, in Omaha, Nebraska, a woman coming out of the ice cream shop with her little boy thought I was homeless. She took one look at me with my backpack and clothing, eating ice cream on the curb, and grabbed her boy—pulling him far from me.

I’m not homeless, though. I’m very cozy in my home right this second. Believe it or not, I just finished up my Ovaltine and I think I might go to bed. Early.
Am I the only one that bundles up and pays no mind to bulky limbs and mismatched color schemes? Listen, kids. It’s Southwestern Pennsylvania. When the wind comes, it feels like it’s ripping through your garments ready to knock you on your ass.
Happy week of Halloween, peoples. I will be updating with photos. <3
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PS: The Ovaltine in the orange container is the only good Ovaltine. Peep that.

PSS: If you’re looking for a good poem read: How a Poem Happens