It’s been awhile since I wrote. Some of this is due to the places my mind has wandered lately, down dark and lonely roads. But some of this is also due to being out of practice. My honesty has felt terrifying even to me, so I stopped practicing writing it out publicly and went underground. … More Practice
When I was a teenager, I thought I had love all figured out. I wrote poems pretending I knew what love was. Mostly because I desperately wanted to know what love was. I wanted to gulp it down thirstily without tasting its essence. I wanted to believe that the person I was in love with … More Learning Love… Slowly.
antinomy:leaden angelssinging violent praise.