Let me be more than a flicker, a distant face seen across zoom. by Joshua J. Hines

Was I ever anything but shadowcast on a prison wall? I’ve forgotten,how home can be anything but a cage full of silhouettes—people’s screen-lit formsflitting through my days like grief-stricken ghosts Each connection’s grown so cold absent of touch, will I remember warmth, too long removedfrom the sun, the world—all those people trapped inside? Will I know when I’m found chained to my laptop, watching life—afraid.I’ve lost … Continue reading Let me be more than a flicker, a distant face seen across zoom. by Joshua J. Hines