Poetry | Maybe? Maybe it wasn’t real. Just maybe. We shared the gelato, Or did you eat it alone? Your almond shaped eyes, the hazelnut color, just like mine. How can I erase that smile? What if I don’t want? What if you kiss me and we fly? The silent

Poetry | The wet gray haze is covering everything from the river, all the way up to the cathedral. The air is cold and thick, making every inhale painful. If you stretch your arms, your eyes can’t see the tip of your fingers, giving the environment a sense

Poetry | As you walk through the forest, between the cedar pines, you catch a glimpse of something unnatural. A pink knitted hammock hanging from two shorter cedars.

Poetry | The water flows downstream, all the way from the melting ice in the mountains. The rocks surrounding give it direction. At a specific point rocks appear in the middle of the stream, the wall