Smiles Nick Powers Contributing Artist All those days that you “graciously” held my cheek with frozen hands, as my numb dimples slowly struggled to release their smirk. It was as if the harsh Winter could hear my cries– could hear the quiet snowfall of my seasonal transition. The sun beats down now and no longer…

Alarm bells bounce as the sun and I wake, this is it. We share a gaze that neither of us can keep, this is it. Leaves asleep–staining the concrete with their orange hue float away as I run by, this is it. She laughs so loud–the autumn tabby shrills, lively listening to her joyful tones,…