Some days I sit at my laptop and genuinely wonder who the fuck I think I am.Who am I to write another blog post.Who am I to publish a book of my feelings.Who am I to believe that my stories, my poems, my tiny observations of love and grief and queer life deserve space in … Continue reading Who Cares
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Alpine Green
Like a breath of air through alpine green I still see him there I've been healing inside this dream out of focus in life it seems Nobody else for miles around Me and him inside this silence, loud I wake up, see that I'm still bleeding Reality no longer bound So I drift back to … Continue reading Alpine Green
The First Snow
The tire tracks his car had left upon my drive were still there by morning, I cried at the sight of them as I smoked a morning cigarette and drank my coffee. I didn't feel the morning chill clawing at my dressing gown nor did I acknowledge the pounding in my head as the headache … Continue reading The First Snow
Ryon Maverick 