
Parker V. Parker


A peaceful brook, the dew-coated ferns A wise old Corsican pine The smell of all my Gran’s clothes and gifts Whisk me […]
I used to write about October, about watching the leaves change colours and falling in love with the way the world would slowly […]
I lay awake on top of my covers because I can’t handle the sheet on my skin. Through […]
The personal adjustment to university and what we should expect from it has been pounded into our grade twelve brains again and […]