the markers didn’t know they were marking time. as the green and yellow colors colored my hands and belly. and...
it seems silly to writeabout goodness – isn’t artsupposed to be tragic? orat least some sortof reckoning?how do i write...
I stand upon my wall, shouting knowledge to those belowas they walk past, unhearing and unseeing of me...I have friends...
Creative Writing Club Scan the QR code to read now! “The Everything Museum: World’s Worst Game of Sardines”...