Poetry
Catapult
| Poetry
For My Friends, in Reply to a Question
I don’t know if I’ll ever go home again.
I don’t know who I’ve seen for the last time.
Catapult
| Poetry
Poetry and a Truth
Everybody read. I felt it. Poetry and honesty. Poetry and a clarity of feeling. I needed something so badly to be true.
Catapult Alumni
| Poetry
Lost Among the Consonants
I’m writing our initials in black sharpie on the tunnel wall. There’s already people who have come before me, hundreds of pairs of Qs and As and hearts in the middle, through a small hole in the brick I can hear the French accents, spinning through, a reminder that I am not where I belong, […]