Mar 9, 2019Lost Change: PoemThe girl next to me cries as the hairdresser cuts. Sometimes change is chosen yet loss hurts no less. Since we cannot refuse pain we...
Nov 16, 2018A Banana, a Maple Leaf, and a Shot Deer Walk Into a BarAs soon as I stepped off the subway, I knew there was no way I was going to make it to my train. I ran through the stiff crowd of staring...