Author: Jorden Blucher

• May 17, 2023

  I Hope I Find Anonymous Letters in My Inbox Explaining This Pain

  Morning I stand motionless among the rushes Listening to the cattails dance on the wind The morning’s coffee bitter on my tongue A remembrance of life’s missed opportunities Lunch Break Pin pricks of rain Speckle the windshield The damp settles into my bones Dirty patches of snow cling to curbs A half smoked cigarette Floats…