Bear Xing

My senior year in high school was a time of great awakening for me. More than ever, I was certain that I was destined to become a Great American Author if not The Greatest and sincerely believed it was only a matter of time until my star would rise. Of course, all this certainty also meant … Continue reading Bear Xing

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Damp Soil

There's a placeAt the edge of a clearing Where the ground is never dryAnd you still exist For me When the moon would begin to waxWe would sit on silver-capped grassConspiring through the nightOf great aspirations Of us Here the soil resonatesWith echoes Spoken incantations unfurling that whichWe have hidden from ourselves Here we will … Continue reading Damp Soil