A script gone rogue, starring a pigeon with a shark's head.
A lefty reconsidering her writing ways.
Post-wash of excess cartridge ink off my hands, towels still pristine.
Transcending our current mental state.
I may be the pearl, but you are the embodiment of a precious jewel—untouched, unwithered, unbothered.
A collection of my law-themed tweets in all of its pop culture alluding glory.
a poem about diplomatic dialogue.
"Lawyers are liars" -my father's response when I first told him I wanted to be a lawyer.
a poem, written willingly.
Missing windows to the soul.