Key West
I smoke too goddamned much.
till the urge strikes: leave fingers off keys, leave pens out of hands, don't think, just feel. when the urge strikes: write like hell.
Whether what I write is any good or not, I write what I feel. And I know that I'm not perfect, but I take pride …
Somewhere
I am a writer of all types from dark to humour though it is my childrens poetry that has been turned into interactive books on …
If you listen, my story will be heard
Boston
it's true. i divide myself into teeny tiny bits, causing a glit ch with the rhythm of my heart.