alexander-price
American
Scribbled in a moleskin, transcribed to internets, consumed by whomever cares enough to read, my poetry means something to me, but I haven't quite figured out what that something is. / I have no structure to my writing. It is, in it's most basic form, drippings of the juice that flows through my brain. Mere morsels of what I think, feel, and ultimately describe as "me." / Hopefully, this can be relative to you, dear reader, but I take no offense if that is not the case.