i have letters i'd written 2 years ago, ready to be sent out. but i don't have the courage to put a stamp on them. there are three in total. 1 before you came to London, written in nervous anticipation 1 after you cut off communication, written in angry disappointment 1 written a few months… Continue reading letters


i look over at the sun. it's heating up my room, leaving me to broil in drowsy comfort. in the background, my father's voice gradually swells, repetitively battling with his duty to his students and slow understanding of technology. in the corner of my eye i see the medicine sitting on my desk. it peeks… Continue reading healing

sweet, the skies blurry

sweet, the skies blurry baby, it's raining every time i open my eyes let me write this prose about you doesn't everyone deserve to have poetry dedicated to them? i remember the first poem i received, it was 9 pages long, filled with adolescent heartbreak and sorrow.   sweet, do you want me to write verse… Continue reading sweet, the skies blurry