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lightning reflecting off neon lights in a frat basement, pools of water swirling at my feet / not just rain, but a pouring There’s something hypnotic about how you move ...

I read this as a meditation on consumption. I believe that the orange as the subject is deceptively simple, and it was shocking to see how it unfolded! Gnarly stuff! ...

I love how this poem is about the idea of chosen love. There is an underrepresentation of that the kind that isn’t tied to blood. I took away that this ...

"That is why, sometimes a tree feels alive, because someone’s soul resides there." This is so pretty! Your voice is strong and poetic without ever feeling forced, and the entire ...