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Dear E,

I don’t know who I was before you broke me.


Dear E,

Everybody Wanna Fly

Im from where the sun don’t shine

the slum where the bums are on grind

in the street
where the pain exist
and the weak slit the veins in there wrist… 130 more words

Down the River

Down by the cabin where the apple trees dropped

The sweetest honeycrisps

I’d ever sunk teeth into,

And o’er the field where the copperheads danced… 165 more words

The Overflow

The Mortality of Dreams

This necklace posed another interesting coincidence for me this weekend. On Friday night I posted Edgar Allan Poe’s poem A Dream Within a Dream and had spent hours staring at Poe’s face. 59 more words


Chaucer and Shakespeare

As a student (of any method or school of study) the most fascinating phenomenon in study is ‘patterns’ and the formation of them – second only to the study of ‘defiance of these patterns’. 1,009 more words

British Literature


Dear E,

We almost were. 

We were almost there.


Dear E,