We’re in our 30s But we carry the reality of childhoods And live like confident 21 year olds I still define myself by things that went down in the 5th grade, when I was 17, 22, and 30 It’s like I’m not an adult I’m still an anxious and uncomfortable tween I’m not suicidal or
Here is an extremely fun writing prompt I used for a short story back in June 2012. “She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door.” Simply use this prompt to write a short story – then send it my way. I’d love to read it. .
This is a poem I originally wrote on my iPhone on January 21st, 2015 at 7:50 AM. I thought it should have a life online. Last revised 12-31-17 1:46 PM Bomb Them With iPhones Give them WiFi Give them Netflix Give them them porn straight, gay and transgender Give them the world of the internet
Meandering I don’t mind if I don’t make this light In fact, I want to linger here On this street corner I’d prefer a bench, but those are occupied by the societies fringe, and lined with empty cans of fortified malt liquor, cigarette butts, and the types of refuse that’s generated when one lives on