Blue Pines I consulted my stars during a dry spell in the plains they told me to lie down in the grass make a blanket of the leaves told me to build a fire in the season when the sky grows cold told me age is just a number until it kills you warm in […]
Poetry: Afraid to Ask You by Kyle Singh
Afraid to Ask You Now that you are closer to me than I could have ever imagined it is not love that I have come to with its seeming dependencies and lack of impurity still this fulfillment I cannot get rid of still longing when there is nothing to long flailing into the fact that […]