eve’s first task was to give all the animals names but I say the noble fauna should not be confined to such a strict…
I shaved the hairs on the back of my upper arms and now they’re growing back all weird—great
Behind every Great Mother There is a child crushed underThe cap of her heelBegging and searching For the light of love
Finish line
Is the finish line the finish line
or the start line?
A poem
A strange sadness seeps inAs I approach the mountain topA cluster of peaks, barely visibleLine up on…
The september sunrises are strange.
There’s a certain wind that picks up around 6:45 am right when the sun wants to…