you end up heading to five dismal resorts, if just to hear their names trip off your tongue. Bognor, Lyme Regis, Weston-Uber-Mare. you don't mind seeing Venice - as it's prone to do - turn into Birmingham. you're frankly failing at appraising urban decay. you end up with a toothy grin, an ice-cream cone. you … Continue reading a very underwhelming summer
my reputation as the one who always smiles
A poem about people overlooking your problems.
brighton-cambridge, late at night
A poem by Joanna Kozlowska
Excerpts From the Honesty Book
Mental states in verse.
Graduation
A poem about feeling left behind.
Blueprint 