Author Logan Smith
Between you, me, and the wall, I don’t know what to do, The only thing getting over this hedge is a black-billed cuckoo. There’s a creeping feeling of impending doom, I’ve gotta get out of this wretched place soon! Something… Continue Reading →
Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat. Perhaps there was a small breath of air. Maybe it would have gone differently if I hadn’t just stood there. She might still be alive today – Probably not. Grief is… Continue Reading →
I lowkey want to thrift it this year, All the things that I get for other people. People buy so easily without thinking about the impact, I fear. Eventually, this waste is bound to become lethal. Perhaps it’s the ease… Continue Reading →
“You can’t trust me because I can’t trust you.” I say as I look at the person in the mirror, I don’t know who I see Where am I? I don’t know this guy. He’s with me here in this… Continue Reading →
“Oh Lord, I’ve had enough of these people,” I say as I ponder the definition of a home. Perhaps it’s a flickering bulb that my father has yet to change, Or maybe it’s the nights when my mom isn’t there…. Continue Reading →