C.T. Salazar
A rose pinnedto my shirt like a throbbing ear, an earlistening to the wreckage scraping atthe bottom of your words. — C.T. Salazar, from “[This is my box of twilight and inside],” American Cavewall Sonnets (Bull City Press, 2021)
A rose pinnedto my shirt like a throbbing ear, an earlistening to the wreckage scraping atthe bottom of your words. — C.T. Salazar, from “[This is my box of twilight and inside],” American Cavewall Sonnets (Bull City Press, 2021)
Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It’s by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes… Continue reading Ann Brashares