Two minutes before maturation I cut my barbie's lackluster hair scars must undergo proliferation until they're barely there. This book is not an average adolesc
This is an unfiltered conversation, a poetic one. This is an interior monologue turned outwards, a candid one. This is a reminder to "just keep swimming" no mat
I never asked to be born. But now I ask to be seen. Spare me your dread and devote to me your eyes. A poetry collection compiled of personal journal entries . N
Love, for me, has always been centered around chestnuts. The tree and the horse. The letter P. The two boys I grew up with. The girl with the curls. The woman w
I keep waiting for your departure when it might actually be your arrival. Having moved in with a stranger but living with a conversant friend, I have grown to l