Poetry · Writing

poetry

mostly, i loved the editing. looking at someone's work their body their life their soul- in my hands. & they left wanted me to look after it like a mother leaving their child for daycare to be picked up their sophomore year, changed, scared- will they love the choices they made? the hearts they broke,… Continue reading poetry

Poetry · Writing

Clint E.

i use to wr- i use to post a lot, small moments covered in a scarf or bundles of blankets like a timeline of me. & somewhere along the way i started to take in this negativity that spawned: some from these memories from the dread of time the doubt i have over these dreams.… Continue reading Clint E.

Poetry · Writing

last day off

last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.