Telling my story about the realities of love and friendship
I was the outcast. I was the boy who was utterly incapable of maneuvering my foot to make contact with a ball and proceed to kick it into a goal. I was the boy who even after 3 years of excruciatingly, tedious social tutoring with the school psychologist, had never
By Liz 2 years ago in Fiction
My Wanda beloved, Though my eyes are fine and my legs still walk as they always did; The roses seem to not bloom quite as large,
By Liz 2 years ago in Poets