deal yourself a new hand
One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself to…
the shape of things to come
A poem about life’s potential and living it.
for the sake of childish games
I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I…