poem

I have been playing music more than ever since leaving school, clean notes softening bladed intervals of silence. My mother thinks I’m doing well, but she ...

Oh Robert Smith, how you professed your denial of being Goth, and I know being labeled the indirect godfather of emo is something you may not agree with...

They actually went all the way there, there is a bottle of juice at Whole Foods that costs ten dollars   I didn’t buy it (I would never) and every per...

It’s when we are near— in the same room or closer still, say, sitting side by side—that I miss you most. When we’re truly apart, it’s okay, expected, to ...