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)
Monday, March 30, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014