I step out in creased clothes, My hair unruly like my insides feel— A sweet feature of godliness lost As I parade my independence.| Random Specific Thoughts
I feel like I'm holding a lit match between my fingers, waiting to see which burns first: the curiosity or the red silence.| Random Specific Thoughts
He talks to his gods and sings for us, mortals.| Random Specific Thoughts
My mother sent me a birthday card years ago that I have put above my desk everywhere I’ve lived since. On the front is a reproduction of a painting by Deborah DeWit Marchant, dated 1994: a woman, b…| Antonia Malchik
Hackers & Designers Summer Camp!| Melon's Thoughts
I’m spending 2024 doing some tidying up. Essentially, I’m going through all my old projects, my forgotten manuscripts, things I wrote ages ago and put away in a cloud folder somewhere, …| Trey Stone, Author