Browsing: Style and Rhythm

Death, I have come, not to love the word, But to accept it as part…

My mother says I am a lot like her When she was younger. The world…

She keeps the continent together, Even as it threatens to crumble. The men are weak,…

It’s as though We are becoming ashamed of who we are. We are rejecting how…

I was a child. I vowed to remain a child. I dreaded the fact that…