I wrote a poem the other day.
It’s rough and disjointed and visually inconsistent, but it’s actually on the page, damn it.
In fairness, I too am rough and disjointed and visually inconsistent, so at least the foundation of the piece is true to its author.

This insomnia, while good for brooding and general malaise, is unhealthy. It [...]

I have to go back.
I found five dollars in my wallet yesterday, and for some reason, my mind made the connection from five dollars to Caffe Vita’s questionable service ethos to a broken coffee date with my Kyle from my fiction course two years ago. I swallowed my jitters, and few e-mails later, I found [...]