This is Not What I Expected
I stare out the window,stand and watch the rain beat downharshly on the rug spread on my patio;It wasn’t supposed
I stare out the window,stand and watch the rain beat downharshly on the rug spread on my patio;It wasn’t supposed
Her hair—twisted like long, green tentacles—fell like water across her faceand as the rain came pouring down, algae liquid followed
Continue readingSeafarer; From the Perspective of a Future Lover
Today has been good.I got out of bed. I showered. I got dressed up.I was productive. I had coffee. I
Below is a poem I wrote about a friend—who was also my roommate—after she got her bipolar disorder diagnosis in