Old
Wrote this poem once upon a time in college… Dark circles loom in sight. Craters bother you no more. Now what is left is just creases, To take over the smoothness of before. Sweet thoughts are all of confusion. Anger… Continue Reading
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Powell’s Books – Portland, OR
I went to Powell’s City of Books on a mission to find a collection of poems by T.S. Eliot. Doesn’t that sound romantic? The funny thing is, I wouldn’t have gone without making such a quest, because I felt that… Continue Reading