A Door Stop Pushed Under Backwards, A Poem by Chris Russell

Though we couldn’t leave the ward until we’d earned to wear our shoe laces again, and the problems of the news-worthy world looked like dreams in someone else’s pig tail and Candy Land bouncing head, the adult troubles of the world resembled either an afterschool program for babies or a Wizard of Oz play put … More A Door Stop Pushed Under Backwards, A Poem by Chris Russell

Joy Has Got Itself Wrapped Tightly Around Me, A Poem by Chris Russell

Sometimes it’s difficult to admit I know exactly what is happening, and that I know things can always get worse. I think this is because Joy has got its suction cups wrapped so tightly around me and dug itself into me so deeply anything that isn’t it feels like I’m drowning in chocolate milk. I … More Joy Has Got Itself Wrapped Tightly Around Me, A Poem by Chris Russell