–A Poem by Brooke Boddie You created your own hell for yourself You go there from time to time. I plant my bare feet in the grass Some times out of this world Smelling good as hell for you Like a peony. Don’t go rushing anywhere fast Stand right there, and enjoy this high Who knows if you’ll get another shot? Enjoy where you are … Continue reading 10:10

“Past Lives” – a poem by Brooke Boddie

We were probably so confident that we’d find each other again. “Place me anywhere in the world, and I’ll find you, -my twin.” We’re dreamers. Unknowingly, the smell of lavender would burn our eyes as we tried to sleep. Unknowingly, the neighbors would play their music too loud as we’re about to reach the astral realm. Without imagining there’s a possibility that even the mattress … Continue reading “Past Lives” – a poem by Brooke Boddie