Dwelling Place.
"Home" has become an elusive concept for me. For the first seventeen years of my life, Home was the 3rd floor apartment in Fort Greene,...
Breathe. Stretch. Shake. Let it Go.
I haven't bought my ticket home yet. Yes, part of the excuse is that Peace Corps hasn't sent me the funds yet, but that's really just a...
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April 1st begins National Poetry Writer's Month, and I haven't written poetry in quite a long time. This is actually only the second...