Who do we write it for?
Memories from a life before digital times/ zines & poetry on a rainy May morning.
There was no one to share it to, and that didn’t matter. In fact, the thought didn’t even cross my mind, I just needed to write.
I have a proclivity for creative writing. I always have. In 3rd grade, I wrote a poem for each of my friends, titled with their name. Like “Josh”, the poem. Haha. They had little drawings to accompany. I took the poems to schoo…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Summer of Love to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.