Chelsea Newnam

__________________________________________________________________ Hopper’s Nighthawks, 1942 A stillness sweeps the street into darkness and we’re illuminated from the inside, out. The bar smiles through red striations to greet elbows with a light kiss as my mug sputters to empty. I order another coffee, black. Night eyes wander through the window to black pavement, mirrored by stagnant darkness. … Continue reading Chelsea Newnam