The First Nice Day After so Much Wind & Before All That Snow
The sun is electric fire until it isn’t At some point it’s beneath me Right now the moon is beneath me The sun is only eye level if I...
I've been writing since the second grade, but I'd say it was those angsty junior high years that really cemented my love for it. In that time I've gone back and forth on whether I prefer prose or screenwriting more, come around on poetry, and tried my darndest to get better at coming up with titles.