From June of 2021. I think a teacher of mine liked this one.

I am digging up my poems from 2021 and earlier. Here is one of my favorites.

The days and weeks and months that have past Have really felt like an unwelcome blast. Before 2020 began, It felt like this year would be...

The end of the line is a nice place. It sits unassumingly on a pleasant little hill that overlooks the horizon, the end of the railroad...

I wrote this in 2021. This is very unlike my regular poems.

-This is like an romantic Irish sea shanty fleshed out into a story (WIP)-

Peering into what we think of as regrets.