J. K. Hannah : Writing

My best adult friend

My best adult friend

A Poem by J. K. Hannah


A lament to the best friends of past, lost to the best friends of present
Why do I want to cry

Why do I want to cry

A Poem by J. K. Hannah


A true, stubborn little poem about losing a man I loved
Being called a p***y

Being called a p***y

A Story by J. K. Hannah


When I first met this man from Holland, he called me: "A p***y"
Ana

Ana

A Poem by J. K. Hannah


When a friendship is taken from you. You can't hold onto it, you can't stop it, you can't prepare for it.

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