I forgive you. Please forgive me, too. I am trying to grow up.
today, i am unpacking my inner landscapes and other topographies rearranging the map where the meridian curved and bowed around the space of you this business of boundaries was glorious, indeed, as i creased and folded to hide the parts of myself i did not want to see if i am a country, if […]
i did not realize that blank white pages could scream your name so loudly but good stories, like good men, are hard to find – everything about you that rises must converge