I used to be pretty neurotic. College applications, SAT’s, high school drama, and the art of surviving teenage-dom all put me under a lot of stress....
The Brown Bookstore bag rested gently atop my roommate’s embroidered duvet cover. The plastic was just opaque enough to keep me guessing about what was...
Feed your soul with some experimental poetry inspired by my return to college hill. Maybe some of the best poetry you’ve ever read. Maybe not. Erasure Eraser...