Category: writing

  • in the darkwe are equalsstrange wallshold us indifferent my hand is right here empty and waiting for yours breath for a breathknow me nowbetter than this bedcan ever know a bodyi trust you not to crush me in your palm-rjm

  • what does that even mean? who makes that distinction? why are so many people eager to gatekeep something humans have done for as long as we’ve existed (make art)? i’ve always wanted to be an artist; as a writer, i’ve equated artistic ability with drawing, painting, sculpting, photography, and music. not words. nothing i create…