I was terrified... and then I exulted.
A weird learning disability, odd discussion topics, and more: I freak people out.
Can beauty be so simple as a fruit tart? Can desire be so innocently pacified?
It will be a festive meal on the first festive eve of a festive holiday of lights.
A poem on a Penn Station wall inspired my own poem about what I want, need, and hope for at this difficult moment.
Revelations through summer camp, mu shu vegetables, and cheap sunglasses.
Deep yet funny questions from an insecure yet ravenously curious person.
