It’s a Funny Sort of Feeling
it's a funny sort of feelingof longing for places you know you cannot return toand even…
7 years ago
poetry
Farewell?
it wasn't perfectno, far from itbut we somehow found perfectionthrough wakeup calls andmuddy afternoonsthrough endless…
7 years ago
To My New Friends (from an MK)
There is not enough time.There is never enough timeFrom the moment we meetI am thinking…
7 years ago
(Don’t) Keep Your Distance
I know about this,this dark stillness illuminated only by a single streetlight.orange glow over everythingand we…
7 years ago
Eve Of Bittersweet
I'm leaving my bags packedjust in case I need to run awaybut I won't tell…
7 years ago
White Sand, White Skin, and African Friends
There was sand beneathmy feet, between my fingers,slipping down through my hair,dusting across my face.…
7 years ago