And as we dared to be human they moved behind us and began to blow again, propelling us to places our natural strengths could never carry us.
A band of liars and thieves sing a song of desire and atonement.
Skipping this writers conference made me feel guilty enough to write a poem.
Let others bask in the surety of sunlight. You were born of the moonlight tribe.
Revelations through summer camp, mu shu vegetables, and cheap sunglasses.
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Sometimes I imagine someone. It turns out to be no one. Unless...
