Chips Magazine 2024
Skyfall – A Shakespearean Sonnet
Upon the precipice, an end shows near,
Hold fast thy air, let its silence suffice,
Count to ten, as the ground trembles in fear,
Feel my heart split anew, one final vice.
Love (the poem)
Love, something Mac Miller has said so many times. Where’s the love? Where has it gone?
Ten Years Apart
My mom jokes that we are twins ten years apart. She says it was as if we were born in the same moment, nearly identical, but I was frozen in time for a decade.