Can I feel tenderly towards the morning, if not for my lover? The sunrise hanging low and near, I step outside to greet it cross-armed in his jacket, keeping my heat close. I leave my jilted feelings. I leave my lover’s peaceful sleep. My sigh is a lovelorn song, and the white fog of it […]
Amy Milin
Amy Milin is a writer of fiction and poetry from New York City, currently wandering the woods of rural Pennsylvania. There she runs Swift Waters, a startup retreat and residency for writers and artists. Her work has been published or forthcoming in Joyland, Right Hand Pointing, and Frozen Sea. You can find her on Instagram at @swiftwaters_creative_retreat and @amy.mylin.