The Songwriter By : Grace Hasson April 10, 2021 Comments Off “Is it me?” I ask, leaning my head on her shoulder. The music is loud in the other room, but here, on a couch forgotten by the party, I’m
Purple By : Grace Hasson April 10, 2021 Comments Off The blues come and go like summer showers. They roll down my nose and into the tissue below. And the reds fade in and out. Girls with cheeks burning
