Where do you go when wanderlust takes hold in the tips of your fingers? In the crooks of your elbows? The back of your knees? When the kink in your neck calls for uprooting? (When even your spine agrees that it’s time to break?) Rooftops are too crowded. Subways too empty. The skies are too […]

Read More Poetry Project: Week 2 (Poem 2: Wanderlust)