the muse and I
the muse and I are having yet another state of the union addressing affairs of the heart. she has spread out before me love letters my chest so full of […]
the muse and I are having yet another state of the union addressing affairs of the heart. she has spread out before me love letters my chest so full of […]
Like the precursor to a best-selling teen dystopian novel series with half-heartedly-made cash cow movies, the cherry tree in our front yard has failed to blossom for the first time
I found a teakettle at the high water mark after years of riversong movements magic lamp water djinn beaten up broken in boiling off impurities because all that mess is
i rested so long woke up in my room saw my shadow and seen I’d turned into bones time moved on as it often does without me slipped through my
tuning fork only i can hear my body humming with opportunity to an unknown frequency the songs of my brethren vibrato whistling through my skull in concentric pulsating circles ripples
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I can’t remember our last date or much of the drive back from State College. Also known as “Happy Valley” onceuponatime waybackwhen longlongago, times sure…were. The house we passed on
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Randy robin redbreast running repeatedly into the plate glass door as if looking for a way in. I worry about today’s youth: the instinct above all else this drive to