Poetry Bring on the Cycling Dawn Jon Hillenbrand, October 9, 2011December 30, 2015 Tragedy, joy and all manner of experience befall the individual in the night, for what occurs under the purview of the moon can seldom be explained entire in the plain sight of the sun. Is the night stronger? Maybe the night isn’t stronger as much as we are weaker…
Poetry The haze of the drink Jon Hillenbrand, November 15, 2010December 30, 2015 You have to lean your head against something with your eyes closed and the closest thing is the cold beer in your right hand. So you lean into its curve, your face falling into the slope of its neck, and sleep flows like the liquid in the bottle as the…