r-e-s-e-a-r-c-h: an anagram and a process

I love angsty poetry, don’t you agree? Glorifying addiction and staying up until three Spending all night coming up with new rhymes […]

When we were young we planted trees; broken branches, shoved in the ground. Meeting at the stop sign every day to race […]

It’s unfair how the city can sleep. Despite the thunder and the all the rain. While I just keep starring.   Wondering…. […]