There’s nothing like a fresh journal. Fresh ideas require a brand new journal, notebook, or stack of bounded paper. Or is it a stack of paper that has binding. Either way. New idea means new place to write. Clean papier. Fresh sheet of blank pulp. Preferably soft. College ruled with faint grayish lines. Blue feels […]
Read more "Journals"These are the spaces where what used to be important, those ideals and ideas you were to determined to live become fucking worthless. It is a release. It is freedom.
Read more "Not a testimony. Not today."Paved with more disappointments that have shaped my understanding and forced me to step into a truth that’s sometimes difficult to observe.
Read more "Jumpin’ In"when a wizard casts puissant spells it takes years off of a wizards lifespan
Read more "The Soceros’s Stone"I must admit that lately I have been quite lazy when it came to posting. I ran into writers block. Nothing seemed to fit or make sense. I started looking over other things that I’ve written and began to fine tooth edit those. It was just a distraction from all those words that were […]
Read more "Poems, storage space and that guy"On this day one of my heros was born. I use her name in attempt to do her some justice. I hope she feels me. Zora Neale Hurston, it would have been your 124 birthday. Through my writing you live on.
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