Poetry

The Messenger

A chill windswept throughmy house,blowing out thecandles and darkening each of its manyrooms.I was sorely tempted, I’ll admit,to shut the windowsand bolt the doorsand do all I couldto drive outmy frigid guest.But…
andrewarndt
November 20, 2020
Poetry

The Old Star

*A note on this piece. I wrote it the morning after many of the shutdowns of Covid-19 first went into effect. Fear and concern were everywhere. I went out onto…
andrewarndt
August 21, 2020

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