poetry hasn’t made me feel the “poetry feeling” in a good long while, but every day I come across something in my medieval readings that makes me start rolling on the ground, screaming, laughing, and crying
Glen Check’s “Dazed and Confused” is the worst part of the Boyfriend, beating Shun’s demonic behavior by a just a hair. Third place goes to the chicken smoothie.
"To get back to Al Aqsa Mosque and to our homeland. To our houses, to my grandfather's old house. What else? Is there a dream bigger than going back home?"