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, July 15, 2019
Monday, July 1, 2019
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Saturday, April 20, 2019
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Sunday, March 24, 2019
Saturday, March 23, 2019
Thursday, March 21, 2019
Wednesday, February 13, 2019