escaping the bear cageAdorned in bleach-stained sweatpants repping a college I never attended, my legs are crossed and cradling my laptop. As always, music is…Apr 11, 2021Apr 11, 2021
nothingness is a pink pop-up tentBlades of grass that had grown over BigWheel tracks and sledding paths brushed up against each other in the night breeze. Darkness, having…Mar 2, 2021Mar 2, 2021
i have skeletons that fertilize my garden.Night air during July is able to embrace the bare skin of legs that have been left vulnerable by the shorts, shorts that only cover what…Mar 2, 2021Mar 2, 2021
taken by the current.the days keep coming and we can’t do anything to stop them.Nov 9, 2020Nov 9, 2020
The Last Normal DayThe winter wind bit my cheeks as I ran. I hardly felt the smacking gusts; the force of my body pushed the nights’ chill up and into my…Oct 14, 2020Oct 14, 2020
