The extremes are where I live Holed up in the cavity of a grandfather clock Confused by the word normal...
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To continue last week’s series, this edition features the other poem I wrote inspired by Aphra Behn’s seemingly Sapphic works....
During Spring Term of last year, I took a class called The Revolutionary 18th Century, where some of the works...
Believe me when I tell you, I thought it was No Moe May. I said, What did Moe do? Moe...
In my old poetry class, we once had to write a self-portrait as an object in our room, and I...
Heaven help the soul who hopes to hold her For her heart is a rebellious bird Her love is paradise...
Overturned reads the headline glaring from my screen like a gun leveled at my temple like vile hands pinning me...
During one of my classes, we were told to create a project that focused on an author we had read...