I Went to a Poetry Reading (And Stephen Hawking is Dead)

One thing you might not know about me if you're not a personal friend is that I'd like to think in a perfect world I could be a writer. Like, a real, published one. Some of my work was published in undergraduate journals in college. If you, for instance, perused the annals of the creative... Continue Reading →

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