Ohio, and Other Forbidden Loves
Everywhere that has ever been called home by someone is beautiful.
Everywhere that has ever been called home by someone is beautiful.
There might still be a piece of my tooth there.
Excuse me while I go buy a fedora.
A nurse stood at my head, encouraging me to take slow breaths.
“I find solace in letting things go, letting things be silly and not perfect. “
But when a place is hardly (if ever) depicted, a place can be stereotyped into invisibility.
We kept walking and eventually heard the faint sound of a practice session coming from a small side court with bleacher seating.
Your stories gave me a community when I felt I had none.
The moment I began to slide, I thought of nothing.
HOW DARE THE SUN SHINE WHEN I FEEL LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH STUCK ON THE UNDERSIDE OF A PARK BENCH THAT HAS BEEN PEED ON BY DOG.