In The Backyard of a Public Library

Here's a poem I wrote, maybe as closure, for a time I definitely miss but want to no longer seek because I want to move on and enjoy my life now at twenty two. [ . . . ]


Bus Poetry [0]

I'm not sure how many more times I'll find myself scribbling [or, typing] a series of thoughts into my phone while on a bus traveling around this college campus.¬†With about a week left of this school year I'm sure that my "Bus Poetry" will come to a momentary standstill until I return to school for… Continue reading Bus Poetry [0]