while today is today, my mind might as well be a someday kinda brain, with all its’ trash-talking, ideas that be a load of crap in the morning, wannabe- hoping that its gonna be , and by then I’m standing outside on checkered white curb, with a muddy puddles of water one-inch from my brown […]
Month: December 2019
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God grant me serenity, to believe, without a doubt I’m a writer. poet enough to hold this pen, courage to write the things that secretly haunt me, and wisdom to always edit. kindness sister, Krissy
One: I thought I had jumped, into my novel but maybe my novel has sullied my good name -writer. Ha! I say it with a smile. My novel laughs back at me, slaps me around 3:am in the morning. Tells my mother jokes -there was this girl who thought she should write, and then she […]
