“So You Have A Weird Name…”
I’m a 90’s kid. I dealt with the break-up of Cory and Topanga. I dealt with waiting twenty minutes for America Online’s dial-up to complete so that I could read email. I dealt with the fact that my Furby was probably a cold blooded killer….
Two Poems
Stages Springtime Please come save us. Misery of winter. Frozen are my hands, lips, and soul. Melt me. A Chair is Still a Chair Sit, I’ve So much To give. Rest. Calm. Life is too Short for Standing, Waiting for Next times. Grab a cup…