Dear Reader

I’m sorry I’ve been so absent. I started this with truly the best intentions, but as with most things I start, I let other things get in the way. But this time, I suppose it’s for a better reason: I write best when I am broken. For the past 2/3 months I’ve actually begun to … Continue reading Dear Reader



I stepped on broken glass today That I'd forgotten was still there And it reminded me of all the incurables The sorrys you'll never get to hear That I am wild and rageful And still unknown To myself A disaster finger painted With too many hands all wanting mess And I threw it in your … Continue reading Glass