Guadalupe T. : Writing

For my Beloved Chain Smoker,

For my Beloved Chain Smoker,

A Poem by Guadalupe T.


I turned eighteen this year I can vote for mayor or some other egocentric liar I can buy lotto tickets ‘cause I’m stupid enough to th..
I thought red, white, and blue were colors of freedom.

I thought red, white, and blue were colors of free..

A Story by Guadalupe T.


Duncan's childhood has been chasing him forever.