smells like the ocean, so good i try to taste it

just my imagination

it’s cold out, the way minnesota used to be

a poem on how movies become my life

being in love with myself? a poem

a little history into my love of movies

a story about the horse at powderhorn park

imagining what a weekend would look like if covid was truly gone

a wanting for something lost - pandemic feelings

a fairytale of girlhood