Feeding my soul and imagination,
Pouring out my overflow for your viewing pleasure.
Read,
Stay a while.
ATTENTION You must read, heed this without hesitation Keep your heads down and your mouths shut Your hands folded, your heart sweet
By S.about 16 hours ago in Poets
When you are born a dreamer the world has a way of putting people in your life to stand as pillars. They are your place to rest when you fly a little too close to the sun,
By S.6 months ago in Poets
I couldn’t sleep last night because of you. You weren’t here, in fact, I haven’t spoken to you in years, but healing isn’t linear and once in a while you’ll creep back into my brain that’s been trained to fear you.
By S.6 months ago in Psyche
I remember dying vividly. It was 1977 and I was a nineteen year old who thought I had figured it out and had nothing new to learn. There was nothing to look forward to and nothing to look back on.
By S.6 months ago in Fiction
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Hemingway said this, and he wasn’t wrong, the hard part is choosing which vein to bleed from...
By S.5 years ago in Writers
