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, April 27, 2015
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014