A documentary filmmaker who has just recently began to stretch that creative writing muscle.
The me that was you will be the you that is me temporarily...
By Zachary Keifer10 months ago in Poets
A pinprick is all it could take to reduce this to water and salt.
By Zachary Keifer12 months ago in Poets
Only a mountain, if you choose to give it form. See the reflection.
By Zachary Keiferabout a year ago in Poets
Maintain the mountain, for an amount uncertain. Strengthened foundation.
“That scent.” An amalgam of dirt, rust and flesh that would just hang in the air heavy like dew on grass. It was long past the blood moon, but they were here nonetheless.
By Zachary Keiferabout a year ago in Fiction
