3rd & 4th Selections

Child of January


child of January 

you watch as centuries
rise through the dust motes
you sit by the fireplace
lost in the aphasia
of afternoon light
silent and waiting

ashes on the winter hearth
you sleepwalk at night
a draft in the halls
of this farmhouse
a little girl who
rattles at door latches
restless and searching

--Wulf Losee

So many faces looking back from the mirror

I wish they would all just go away

I need to get paid

For real

--Larissa Dahroug