by TNSF | Feb 12, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3 Issue 6
I want to be the flower plucked by that girl, the one she throws away after the picture. I want to be the honking car that almost hit the careless jaywalking boy ( i am that boy ). I want to be the shadow of that tree enveloped by buildings. I want to be that cloud...
by TNSF | May 22, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 14
I I remember your Jeep, lipstick-red and volume up, the feeling of you gunning it under my seat, speeding over the lake extending endless on either side of the one-lane road. The sunset painted the sky pink, and I remember thinking this is perfect, he is perfect, life...
