Boston may be known for cold winters, but when it turns to spring, it’s just magic. Happy Patriot’s Day, Beantown. Go outside and enjoy it.
As writers, we are limited by not only our own vocabulary, but also by the bounds of language and words that exist. But what do words even mean?
What if you could stay asleep, holding on to a lucid dream, and instantly have everything you ever wanted? Would that be good enough?
Remember when Ludacris came out with “Fantasy”? Billy sure does. And even all these years later, he’s still got some questions for Luda.
A poem about that type of love you’ve never felt before. This is the exhilarating feeling of the promise of not making promises.
That feeling when love is a panic.
Sometimes, it’s easier to withdraw from the world than to face it. To escape. Billy goes for a snowy run, following deer tracks that soon become his own.
The world is a tricky place. It’s easy to feel lost and purposeless. But what if we all just decided to give a damn? A poem by Billy Hafferty.
Sly can see her reflection, and her future, in the mirror. But sometimes, this secret tells her more than she wants to know.