Micah HerreraThis home I built, One shirt strewn here, One hair and many, Whose hands are these?Are they the final words? I am in pain, This wave bellows again, Don’t take me away.Jan 26, 2016Jan 26, 2016
Micah HerreraFrom the top bunk: nights of ‘97I am wrapped in my blanket. Thick and warm and with that fibrous yet smooth texture only fair-quality cotton can be. Somehow it is the…Jan 17, 2016Jan 17, 2016