a free write I did during one of the poetry workshops I facilitated got the sun tatted on my wrist in the hopes that I never forget my pur-piss piss poor that's how a lot of my culture's living and it just sucks that to make an ends meat you have to go through … Continue reading Tattoos //
i am drifting. is this what heaven feels like? like the unknown? like the weight of the world seems to be on your eyelids because they just can't seem to stay open. i feel like tapping out... like tagging someone else in because i need more sleep. more time. more air. because the oxygen … Continue reading Operations of a Corpse
I wanted to kind of redo my blog, to start fresh. Hopefully this will get my creative juices flowing more. New thoughts. New ideas.