Inner voices Stories

Winter’s ugly now. I’m sorry, winter, for saying that. But look around. If I’m honest, I see myself in you. Tired eyes make me look older than I am. Somewhere in this city, I’ve lost my sparkle. Like me, snow, you started with such promise, arriving pristine. But you quickly lost your sparkle, too. Tires and boots, both moving too fast, flatten you into a dirty slush. And the dogs. Oh my goodness, the dogs. How you must s...

They gather in the grooves, soft and unseen, A chorus of echoes where thoughts have been. A flicker, a murmur, a doubtful refrain, A whisper of truth, beneath the strain. One hums of longing, of futures untold, Another recalls the missteps of growing old. Change the world!—Or get back on track! Feed your ambition!—Or maybe have a snack? You're a genius!—You haven't a clue! Everything's fine!—You're doomed, you're through!...