D. J. StrangThese Fruitless Things Come From a Thousand TeeI am a vast, hungry thingJul 9, 2023Jul 9, 2023
D. J. StrangI am the second Ms.The floors creek too much and I see my mother in every mirror I look into. I see her in the grey of my tea and in the hands I use to wash…Feb 23, 2023Feb 23, 2023
D. J. StrangLooking into my Mirror at NightThere is something vicious in my bones. Something that hates you, something that hopes you’ll give in, slip below me and let me step on…Sep 25, 20221Sep 25, 20221
D. J. StrangMissing My Sweet BoyI’m writing this during like the underbelly of another summer heatwave. The short finger on the clock of August points to noon, while the…Aug 10, 20221Aug 10, 20221
D. J. StrangJane’s PartyJane has always been bad at parties. She blows her expectations into balloons that will never float anywhere above the ground. She spins…Aug 1, 20221Aug 1, 20221
D. J. StrangThe Boy I Had Hope ForThe small green shining light hurts my eyes and now they’re burning with tears. I can see you there, online and I can see that you probably…Aug 1, 20221Aug 1, 20221
D. J. StrangI Wish I Was on the RoadI wish I was on the road right now. I want to see shades of green I haven’t seen since I was 11, I want those yellow dashes to be pulled in…Jul 28, 20221Jul 28, 20221