Space between pen and paper

Never underestimate the space between a writer’s pen and the surface of release Usually what’s birthed isn’t your peace but the author’s ability to bleed out, to cry out, to maneuver the internal seasons There’re times when the scenes are stenciled with smiles and celebrations, a logging of an occasion Then there’re clouds that rainContinue reading “Space between pen and paper”

I can’t do this alone

A kid with concrete tears. Hardened by the streets.. Not numb.. Only refusing to put his guard down.. Vulnerability is not an option. It’s the choice between suicide or remaining a soldier.. The tragedy of residue from decisions made by others.. Father. Unknown. Sibling. None. Mother. Addict. Prostitute. Jobless. The symbol of a vision takingContinue reading “I can’t do this alone”