Lent Poetry: Hail

I heard the tiny pings of the hail from my office it was a strange sound- one I had not heard in a long time it made me glad I was inside because the last time I heard hail I had to ask the Gods to save me (and they did)

Lent Poetry: Unfamiliar

3 weeks from now I will be in a different town with snow a lake and people In a new house that will smell the way only new places have like bleach and Pledge and paint The cats will hate us and then explore the new house claiming their territories as we claim bedrooms and […]