there was fireand raintroubled waterthat springthere was an axiomand it was you
just to spark my nostalgia i drive these streetsthough i always hoped in the past this would never be me
a question i pose to myself in penare these means to an end or just dreams i pretend?
this is rainand bloodshot eyesand train tracksand ambient noise
this is duskdeafening silencecome backgive me your voice
When I was a child growing up in Minneapolis, I was taken to the theater occasionally, but I was read to constantly. Books spilled from every corner of my room, and my favorites were…
Below are the names of the breweries (not in any particular order)
Collaboration With DACA Productions-Go check him out
Over the last few years, the Twin Cities has grown it’s support for women in tech. Here are just a…
I returned to the western portion of the Audubon Park neighborhood (west of Johnson Street NE) to walk all the blocks I hadn’t covered on my first day in the neighborhood:
Here’s my proposal:
There are things we do, every day, week, month, year, hour, and few minutes, that we are going to continue doing forever and for always.