You said, “that’s the last of it,” as you gathered your things. The parts of you I once shared you held in a brown cardboard box. Then you were gone. But you were a master of stamping yourself in many places, on many things, a cardboard box couldn’t hold. You stamped yourself on partsContinue reading “Collection”


Happen to Be

**Please see the passage after the poem for more information. Title: Happen to Be I happen to be from the school that’s been on the news if many come to mind, you pick, you choose. A school with its misfits, scholars, a gym, maybe a pool, with girls who giggle, and boys who want toContinue reading “Happen to Be”