Nostos
I think about how quickly the weather changes.
do you see that bird? the songbird. the one perched on top of that willow oak. right there.
On my screen are uploaded images of teens pleading for cosmetic advice.
remember your daydreams of losing control?
“So much to see, so much to do. So what’s wrong with taking the fast lane? You’ll never know–”
a soft knock on the door: a question
Before I leave, please let me tell you a story
Caroline stepped in the slush again and swore.
What was the Golden Era of Black students here at UVA?
The women know the answer
Let me tell you a story.
