John ParsellinLiterally LiteraryCrowded RoomsA free-verse poem about the struggles of living with Tourette's and AnxietyAug 102Aug 102
John ParsellinNew NorthGraceful LoveA fearsome shout. Soon — he hopes the wound will heal. Bandaged with his love.Aug 8Aug 8
John ParsellinLiterally LiteraryEscapeOh — how the winter winds are cold. Yet I must go, I could not stay. It is not safe — or so I’m told.Aug 5Aug 5