6 Poems About Burnout
When You Ask How I’m Holding Up, I Want To Say This
The Fringes Of Society Are The Center
A to Z
You’re Still Wearing Your Name Tag
5 min read
We pass hoards, and mobs, and oceans of strangers everyday. Diverse, worldly, magnificent strangers; yet they remain nameless, anonymous; secondary characters in our stories.
1 min read
You crafted me in blood and muscles and imagination, mashed-up bits and leftover corners of my ancestry
3 min read
But who are you? What brings you here? Are you not one of the litigants? Who are you to judge the worthiness of a soul?
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