May 12, 1853
Sometimes I writeLetters to the dead.I pen them in offhand moments,Mostly inside my head.They’re not for deceased…
Sweetie, I love you.
From a climb with no name plaque, I existed among the…
All writers get rejected, sometimes it’s worth remembering.
I want to work on my penmanshipIs no longer a sentence utteredBy eager students. Instead, it’s been
You always write through me. I am the walker of all your stories. I live what you…
