Letters to Euturpe: 6

It’s been a weird little week. My work schedule has been flipped around and now I’m nocturnal.

Or something. I’m on the evening shift tonight and tomorrow the usual morning-day shift. Thank goodness for endless coffee, is all I can say. While I’m thinking on it, how weird is it to have dinner at work? Very, if you want my opinion. Dinner at like 5:30 because it’s the earlier option, a sea of work-branded coffee cups staring at you in the kitchen.

Grace, our inaugural contributor, has returned with a new poem of haunting and shadows.

I’m going to keep this very brief because this is another double-post day and I still have my NaPoWriMo effort waiting in the wings. So.

Your lyric for the week is from Sad Beautiful Tragic (Taylor Swift): 

You’ve got your demons, and, darling, they all look like me.


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