Fade

A poem.

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 →

Bonfire

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

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