The Ghost of Who I Was
I miss the version of myself who could write poetry without self-consciousness. The twenty-two-year-old who wrote fearless poetry...
EXPLORING
becoming stranger to yourself
The Double Standard of Time
Watching aging heroes miss easy catches and forget familiar lines, we feel time’s democracy. Their greatness was human...
When Gods Grow Old
Watching aging heroes miss easy catches and forget familiar lines, we feel time’s democracy. Their greatness was human...
The Romantics of Retrospect
This is how nostalgia works—it's a powerful editor, keeping the golden light while discarding the shadows. What if...
The Ghost in the Mirror
Perhaps the tragedy isn't that we feel young inside aging bodies. What if the teenager inside is not...