Here’s a new poem by our occasional collaborator, Molly Rosenberg

New Year

Dull empty faces
Lips that are chapped
From cold not love.

Windows reflect
The unwanted
The unsellable, used up
And discarded.

Tired eyes, out-partied
Pale skinned,
Dried out and brittle.

Time to pause, restore.
Cool, clear waters
Wash away the fatigue.

The mirror reflects
A glimpse of hope
A rebirth,
A bubbling fountain
Of unexplained
Joy and laughter.

Molly Rosenberg