Becoming a Poet I started writing in high school after my first love dumped me. I was devastated. Though …
Last Day of High School This is it. My last day of high school. Fuck, I am sad that’s it’s over, but I am more …
Start of The Brainstorm I hate telling this story because it makes me feel small. Plus its cliche and boring but …
A Memorial for a Dog It has occured to me this evening that bulldogs and new environments don’t always go well…
The Untold Truth What’s that word again? Blurred memories, I keep on forgetting that word, besides the poi…