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Someone will ask how the funeral went. I’ll say it was beautiful. They’ll ask if I’m glad I went, and I’ll lie and say yes. I won’t tell them how I packed a room full of mourners’ grief...
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Someone will ask how the funeral went. I’ll say it was beautiful. They’ll ask if I’m glad I went, and I’ll lie and say yes. I won’t tell them how I packed a room full of mourners’ grief...
I live in a tangled web where my dreams haunt my day even when I don’t remember them. Where I hang onto the hope that all the people I lost are not gone. I live in a world...
I’ve recently found myself in a few conversations about happiness and poetry. More specifically about whether I plan to write poetry about happier things. Coincidentally, just before that, I’d been thinking about why I write poetry. It all began with...
Thank you for stopping by. This poem can now be found in my poetry collection “Origami Stars and Hot Air Moon” published by Winter Goose Publishing.
Thank you for stopping by. “Drifting” can now be found in my poetry collection “Origami Stars and Hot Air Moon” published by Winter Goose Publishing.