I attended a Writer’s Coalition in the Big Apple last week. After a relentless pursuit of the New York City writing community, I landed myself a spot in this pretty library on 79th street. Writers of every sort sat huddled around four tables pushed together. The proctor was an artsy type with big eyes and […]
You are a broken thing, patched together by your own two hands. The work is makeshift and haphazard but it’s honest. Though those pieces may not fit in perfect tandem, the way they connect to create the shape of you is lovely. Not of a straight line but of a path awkwardly traveled. Pieces fell […]
A poem about pain.
Sometimes inspiration for the most obscure forms of prose can strike you in a moment of vulnerability. In those moments, when you’re merely lying on your preferred side waiting for sleep to take you, the words reveal themselves to you against the blackness of your mind. You pull out your phone and open the app […]
August 12, 2019 I don’t think I am yet at the point where I create content that appeals to the masses but in this moment I don’t really care all that much. Writing is still something I do for fun and the mentality shift from fun to hustle is a slow but steady transition. Anyways, […]
When You Fall Out of Love you spend so much time building something from a few twigs. you sort them by significance to the narrative running in your mind. place them in a strategic assortment and build build build.
To be young is to have a clean slate. To be young and beautiful is godliness. Yes, young and beautiful is the fantasy. The reality of inhabiting this sphere is far less mystical. People forget that youthfulness also comes with a lack of understanding. That being so fresh and green comes with a devastating reality […]
On and on and on. Building blocks of what makes us human, cemented into routine.