c.m. : Writing

Senses.

Senses.

A Poem by c.m.


You're all of them.
after all.

after all.

A Poem by c.m.


for him.
Breakfast Club

Breakfast Club

A Poem by c.m.


I miss it.
Vacancy

Vacancy

A Poem by c.m.


I hate my job.
kody.

kody.

A Poem by c.m.


.....I always told myself I wouldn't name it after you.
This Old Stoop

This Old Stoop

A Poem by c.m.


Yeah, I'm morbid.
Shift.

Shift.

A Story by c.m.


Not so much a story as a rambling.
Can You See Me Now?

Can You See Me Now?

A Poem by c.m.


About Uganda.