My Poetry

Residency.

He will always be home. The smell of that apple-scented candle lingering through the vents of the house Shoes with muddy tongues lined up by the front door Red, hot stove burners alive on Sunday mornings Scratches and greasy fingerprints cluttering the worn porcelain bowls Battered pillows covered in drool and old make up Wrinkled… Continue reading Residency.

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A Day In My Life

Surprise Awards.

At five on the dot today, after sitting through an oral exam for over an hour, I spontaneously decided to go to the end of the year party the English department held for majors and minors. I decided on this last minute, and only since I was on campus for a final and I would… Continue reading Surprise Awards.