I. I am a paper doll turned into confetti and ashes. What I’m trying to say is: there are parts of me that have been …
When Two Artists Fall in Love by Lindsey Hobart
i. We go out to dinner and we don’t look at each other. We spend the whole night scratching through napkins, staining our hands dirty …
Kissing Boys That Taste Like Ink and Spitting Fire in Motel Sinks by Lindsey Hobart
The first boy I kiss doesn’t write. He doesn’t understand why my bedroom walls tell stories that are sixteen years too long. He does not …