The Lonely Genius Walked across the ruble, all that remained Of the war he saw coming The Genius was warned Do not exist too loudly, as not to frighten The minds of those who could only see The Genius plotted He hoed, he sowed, he weeped He waited The Genius prayed He listened, he […]
Author Archives: Leah Proctor-Ford
Leah Proctor-Ford is 20-something working hard to figure it out. She lives in Detroit, like generations of Fords before her, and writes for catharsis.