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 →

Damp Soil

There's a place at the edge of a clearing where the ground is never dry and you still exist for me


But step close to the towering flame and feel the skin of my face...begin to cook like one would imagine a spit-roasted pig to feel

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