a poem
Breaking a sweatThinking of all the regret
What shape is the universe?
Musing, late at night, on the fate of us all, the shape of the universe, the…
The pulsing flames revealed the soul of the burning timbers.The rhythm, of resonating damage, revealed the fissures of old wounds…
The results of mass remote learning during COVID
Welcome to Socialism
If you’re at the point of the pandemic where you’ve exhausted your favorite Netflix and…
sitting in wonderwhile flames rise to crescendochoosing to live life