Once upon a time, I knew a kid named Sam. We were friends. And then we weren’t. I’m not sure when it happened or why. I just know one day...

A Poem: I always have one sleeve rolled up, From sleeping through my daydreams. I run from escape, no matter where it leads me. I...

It’s been a hard year for everyone, but I remain very, very grateful for the good things and blessings that kept me going through 2021....

I. I am not concerned with the grey-colored lenses of passerbies, I am burning, ink, inkwells, the sound of a keyboard klick-klacking I...