By Krystael Castro “Await no more a word or sign from me. Your will is straightened, free, and whole — and…
There’s something strangely dehumanizing about staring at a beige locker, ass aching as you sit on a cold, waxed tile floor.
Wouldn’t it be great to be an asparagus fern?
To sit on someone’s windowsill and grow and taste the sun and be watered as soon as your soil is dry?
You don’t have to think, you just do.
You won’t spend time with writer’s block, sitting at a computer
By Justin Shapiro I – HIS WRATH For years he walked the ides of the free, turned to ashes by…
Waged a war inside her brain
Octavian vying for the throne
I hate the number three, I’m impulsive and I might have loved him.