Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

Archive for ‘May, 2020’

I Wake Screaming

Beep beep beep punctuates the evening rituals – story, snack, teeth, songs – the red light releases my security to someone, somewhere else. In the comfort…

I Wake Laughing

I wake laughingFinally, everyone in on the joke, my dream shakes my belly and I wakeLaughing. Not screaming as has beenThe case. Good. I wake laughing.I…