Wednesday, March 16, 2016


This poem will be the first back on my regular schedule of Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday each week. I am still on the lookout for the occasional outside author - so drop me an email if you have some writing!

And I feel like
I don't know what to say
even though
the symmetry
is screaming at me.
How can so much have happened,
and make anything else seem good?
It feels like I just want to unwind my arms
but then bury myself in them.
Am I warm?
Am I comfortable?
Do I feel safe?
Do I feel loved?
Do I love me
Do I love me
Do I love me?

Riley Welch

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