I believe the best writing derives from a place of no consequence.
I write about life – yours, mine, theirs, his, hers, yesterdays and tomorrow.
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“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.”
Truman Capote
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her mascara streams down her face, like leaking octopus ink and I wonder what it tastes like
I saw her in the sky; shaped like a cloud, she was laying on her back, without underpants, her legs spread wide open.
Dinosaur, I still miss you.
I sat in the front seat, where your nose bleeds and I watched every game
spoon heart of mine
That doesn’t mean it won’t tear you apart ever so slightly or painfully with one giant unzipping – it does mean however, that you can follow the stitch line and it will lead you elsewhere.