Spring Creek
Sitting under trees, thinking of dead people. Continue reading Spring Creek
Sitting under trees, thinking of dead people. Continue reading Spring Creek
For when is the majesty of this mundane world
so apparent if it is not when leaves,
Chameleons all,
burn so brightly? Continue reading Changling
Reading aja’s words likeswords slicing through honey how can i not be Influencedmovedignited and softened in the same breaththe question i meant to ask isdo i have the right nothing makes me special, wounded i bear only the lightest scar, it rests in the corneri wear my ignorance like an itching sweater, wanting to return ithow can i listen dream rest killwith you not wanting … Continue reading Justice Needs More Than an Acronym