There is this placein which I can feelmy body embracing the pavement and the smell of iron as my blooddrips leaving a corpse for another to findthis place it’s very real this place I’m speaking ofin which we spend our limited time here preparing for a place we can’t seecan’t feelcan’t hearand in preparation ofContinue reading “Embracing the pavement.”
I’m prone to bouts of anger, short tempered, the overly sensitive type. Writing is a way to make sense of it all. While art is a way in which I can escape the thoughts that haunt me shutting off conscious thought and allowing my hands to guide me.
Temperamentally Tina 