Originally written 08/05/14, from Orange County Jail On days like this, I miss the moon.  She’s been my personal guide for as long as I can remember. In my youth, my small hands would pretend to hold her.  I’d sit by the windows— palms bowled together— and whisper my secrets into her glow.  As a teenager, I’d hunch in the backseat of cars, silently sharing … Continue reading unlocked: S.O.C.K.S