Here’s a new story of mine that’s free to read/download: “Mansion,” Jamie Berrout

rb with your major/degree, your sign and your favorite season

and when he came back. all coherent and breathing i realized i couldn’t hear him and when i shook his hand i felt weak and yes, i am weak, but i always thought i’d be stronger than him and today i learned that i am not and today there is a hole in my lung and each breath is a fight and oh, lord, i am so tired of fighting. my hands shake when i pray and i think that might mean something but we’re all too preoccupied with the man who’s alive again and i can’t blame anyone for this considering he’s kind again and there’s a laugh that comes from his mouth that feels a kind type of thunder and, maybe just because somethings loud doesn’t mean it should scare me, but i’ve been feeling a bit more skittish lately, i should get my hearing checked

never not thinking about the end of poetry by ada limón

anyway, *daydreams*