A Brief Poem About a Writer Who Doesn't Write—Revisited
They say—they being creative writing professors, esteemed novelists, and hacks with wordy Instagram posts alike—that writers write. Writers who get their shit out there—not all of it, but enough of it—are the real writers. True warriors of the pen and keys.
A Brief Poem About a Writer Who Doesn't Write
They say—they being creative writing professors, esteemed novelists, and hacks with wordy Instagram posts alike—that writers write. Writers who get their shit out there—not all of it, but enough of it—are the real writers. True warriors of the pen and keys.
This is My Mask
You’ll know years before her death that the time was going to come soon. What you won’t realize is how you’ll lose her before she’s actually gone.
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.