My sister made me be the dog when we were younger.On the lucky nights she didn’t, when she played the … More
Tag: love
Remainder | Eric Teng
An endless march down the ash-blackened valleyNerves shot with the beat of every drumOne by one, our friends fallBuckling under … More
A Wednesday, October | Claire Byrd
I cannot do anything else. It follows me home, fluffs my pillow at night. It waits behind me as I … More
