On Love and Movies

I pulled my sweatshirt over my arms and leaned back in his uncomfortable desk chair. It was dorm issued and scratchy and was stained with something yellow. He was lounging on his XL twin staring at the ceiling and humming to Slipknot. I guess that's what we did when we didn't have smartphones. "Do you … Continue reading On Love and Movies

On Love and Poetry (Yes, Poetry)

I accidentally wrote a poem in a dive bar. I was half interested in the drink I was stirring, and I was sitting in the notoriously isolated end seat of the bar where you can only hear the third and seventh words your friends are saying when a gaggle of girls walked in. I say … Continue reading On Love and Poetry (Yes, Poetry)