He watched his miracle curdle in the grooves of his palm. To have and to hold had grown sour the moment he decided to hold onto his ill intentions. His lips, stained with sin, hung heavy and full of fear, he couldn't help but sit soundless and still. The words he searched for dissolved into … Continue reading Treason
The completion of Writing 201 was never to be the end of my poetic education. There will never be enough to learn, I wanted more. There is a wide range of tools that can claim my personal poetic arsenal as home, and I welcome them willingly, Its an incredible exercise in growth.. I made … Continue reading Why I love Ellaine!!