My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning. I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Monday, October 12, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Monday, October 5, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
Saturday, August 29, 2015