My Enemy the Sun, Part II

The birds are starting to chirp outside my window. I've only just lay down to sleep. I roll over in disgust, turning my back on the dawn attempting to break through the space between my heavy curtains…

Insomnia, Poetry, Change, FearBrianne McGuireJuly 25, 2018insomnia, night, insecurity, depression, confusion, poetry, fearComment

Jeff, Who Writes Poetry

The first time I spoke to Jeff he was sitting alone in silence. He was fidgety, rearranging himself on a small cushion, presumably to ease the burden of sitting in a hard chair. He looked up at me and said hello; I sat down next to him…

My Enemy the Sun, Part I

The daylight is streaming through my apartment right now and I hate it. While I do appreciate not having to use additional electricity to see what I'm doing, it is cold and goes where I do not want it to go.