Author: Jorden Blucher

• June 3, 2023

  In Search of Myself

  HowlDrawn crudely on an oak tag signLying in a rusted wagonBeing pulled and followed by people I knowBut do not knowI awoke and it all seemed so normal It snowed in the nightLeaving nearly a foot The early morning made bright by the low clouds Reflecting city lightsIlluminating leafless branches sleeved in snow Howling winds whip…