"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
I have always admired good direction, writing, and cinematography when it comes to movies. Even while studying certain directors and writers, whether they are established, discovering themselves, or brand new, … Continue reading Short Film Premiere
My readers, how I have missed you over the course of the past month! People occasionally ask me ‘what is writing to you’, and I find myself sticking to the … Continue reading I HaVe MisSed YoU!
Remember when you scraped your knee as a kid? Hit the ‘not so funny’ bone on your elbow as an adolescent? Delivered a paper cut to your finger as an … Continue reading Our Hour
(…shh!.. wait!.. be quiet!.. I think someone, or something, is outside my door! I think I hear them plotting against me, yet again… they’re here!.. I knew it!.. I knew … Continue reading I, paRANoia
This post is for the people who are on the down and outs. The discouraged. The dreamers. The blue collar backbone of our beaten world. The people who have nowhere … Continue reading yoU aRe…
My right knee caps been hurtin all duh time now,and I’ve had a sore throat fer almost two months.Sum days, I have trouble jus gittin off duh floor.I have tuh … Continue reading The Sophisticate Hick
I remember her and I know she remembers me and we will continue to do so forever. There is no other way for us to live. I could try to … Continue reading The Last Time
Is this where I have to run so I can be completely honest with myself? Do I have to fluff my three pillows and down comforter and lay my body … Continue reading Dear Diary,
I say, “I care”, but do I really mean it or have we used this filler sentence so much that it has lost its grand standing importance. Have all of … Continue reading i care…
What am I doing here? Seriously! What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Seriously! What are you doing here? Has my life led me to being a … Continue reading Questions? or Answers!
My todays tarry, flaked, bright sunrises to glowing, midnight moon, tangled in an inevitable swoon, constantly chasing the prizes of the lives we marry. Little whisper breathe, and pepper my … Continue reading Little Whisper
My second born son – where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his … Continue reading Why Ask Why?
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