At 17 I would lay by my open window at night or climb out onto the roof below and breathe the warm night air as the scent of Star Jasmine rose up to meet me. It was nights like those when I learned to keep track of my thoughts, my hopes, my sorrows.I would stretch … Continue reading the scent of stars…
Category: writing
love letter, hate mail, same thing…
Tomorrow I'm giving you a poem to read. I haven't picked it yet. I'm not writing a new one. I've decided to choose one from my vast resources of old writings. From one of the binders, folders, books, shelves or the 1 big leather briefcase.I can't possibly read them all now. There are far too … Continue reading love letter, hate mail, same thing…
black books…
I have this black book... no no no, not a little black book, not a little black book full of booty calls and conquests, if one of those ever existed it would be long gone by now. I have this black book. It's big and covered in canvas and made for drawing, sketching really.Now let … Continue reading black books…
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