(my, first blog post that I never tagged) Well like my friend said, I can write where I’m going. I can write where they’re going. I just have to regain my focus, my words, my tongue, my ghosts that are buried somewhere inside of my vocabulary that can slow down, slow-slow-slow; slowly moving like a… Continue reading (B)
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This is How I write,
Click pictures to read pictures and makes em larger er something. I went out tonight and it was what it was and I don't look people in the eyes cause they always want to fight me cause they think I want their girls or something ha ha...But before I was told I need to get out of… Continue reading This is How I write,
Before tappin’ keys, The Writers NoteBook
Taking notes and doodles about what you find interesting is one of the most important things, at least for me, when it comes to the writing process. With that said I'm going to do something different and below are some pictures of one of my notebooks. You can read them and zoom in if you want. One is a experimental poem, a news… Continue reading Before tappin’ keys, The Writers NoteBook
I never knew it would be like this, conflicted by trying to kick-start this whole damn thing called adulthood
( I have all these invitations to go all over the world and back to the biggest cities in america again, and yeah, sometimes I get real honest and well yeah being a writer means you have to make a living, and I still have no clue how to do that, and I have no real… Continue reading I never knew it would be like this, conflicted by trying to kick-start this whole damn thing called adulthood
The Only One Awake
Chirp Chirp the birds are awake and there's this robin that is nested above the door and when I leave the house I feel like I'm intruding without announcement on somebody else's home. Paper cut on my tongue and a hang nail on so many fingers and gorilla glue giving me bear hands. Working tired… Continue reading The Only One Awake
Adventures In American Writing 