On a cracked city sidewalk, signs of life are everywhere

A poem of fragile hope.

Hello.

I noticed sort of nonchalantly that I haven’t been writing much poetry lately. Whether it’s because I’m channeling most of my prose into this newsletter or spending my energy sending out query letters for my first novel, I didn’t give it much more thought.

The Pattern Shop

And then I went on a run (by myself!) and this poem flowed out of me, lines coming each time …