tumbling on the hardwood floora sight that raises a thousand questions of…
Trough of Growth
A poem
Birth is the first moment where we say hello, and the first moment where we can experience goodbyes. Such a brief moment of frisson. If you are…
Growth Spurt
Finally, the summer has comeand I reach down to Earthwith my growing fingers — they…
I am seventeen now and my age feels like a bowling ball to the foot. Swift, rude, and brutal. Maybe it’s because I have been wanting to be an adult…
A poem —
Sweat with meWe broke togetherStruggle with meBefore I knew your nameBleed with meThings will…