
l’esprit de l’escalier: the predicament of thinking a term too late. Read more…
l’esprit de l’escalier: the predicament of thinking a term too late. Read more…
What’s more romantic than a sprint through the rain? Love blooms when this is so, as you’ll see in this poem. Read more…
Awkward hellos
the shuffle of feet
Pretending not to see,
not to look
but taking it, you,
all in. Read more…
There were five of us in the room that night. You, me, and the three ladies I will never come up to par with. The diamond ring on me shouts that I AM THE ONLY ONE (for now, right now, until the next one comes along). Why do women believe they can change men? I […] Read more…
Our mouths played catch up with each other
we’ll do the talking later
much much
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