Hey Guys, I’m really happy to share my artwork with all of you. I usually make my paintings on my phone, which sometimes can be challenging and… Read more “My Artwork And What It Means To Me”
I’m drinking again And all I can think of, is her. It’s cold outside And the warm melted cheese of my quesadilla Embraces the foamy amber. I… Read more “Our Bodies Betray Us”
This is an excerpt from the novel “Confessions of an Abortion Addict.” The novel is still in progress, and I’m continuing this process with Nanowrimo. I’m currently… Read more “Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 6”
The apartment felt smaller I’m trapped in a world of action, there is no stillness even if I chose nothing I’m still growing. I wish I wasn’t… Read more “Doing Nothing”
The room was a vacuum of white static. A giant corridor in a hospital except without the smell of disinfectant; it smelt more like a perfume counter of a department store. This is the beginning of your new life.
“I love your fucked-up-ness, ” I said to her, handing the joint I had exhaled.
can’t stop looking at her between the sips of foamy amber— Summer, swivelling on the pole, her blonde hair sprawled on stage, young eyes seducing an invisible lover; taut legs entangling in a way that would’ve appeared to be awkward for any other woman, but this was Summer, and even in this shady establishment she found a pose that tip-toed between inner peace and absolute deviancy.
This is an excerpt from the novel “Confessions of an Abortion Addict.” This excerpt might not be sequential and will be subject to additional editing. Thank you! I… Read more “Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 2”