¿Dónde está mi cabeza?

It was a concept, Just a thought, To become organized, not stuck between motive and plot –so, I welcome you, to my hood, ——->My Writer’s Block

on 288, headed toward the loop

These are the breakers, straight paper makers, foolish be the people, who just plain hate us. waitin’ with weight of the chip on my shoulder, you askin’, “get out”, when I pull ova.… Continue reading


I thought about it today; I don’t think about you much anymore. huh.

Tell Me About You

You seem really specfic, interesting to say the least, when I get caught up in movements, I recall the stillness of your speech, Must I keep writing, or should I end it now,… Continue reading

it really makes you think

Sporty Spice never complained about having to wear a sports bra. 

I said, “Purpose”

Towards moving humanity responsibly forward, through the means of forward thinking. By focusing on the balance of the aesthetic and analytical facets of human interaction, I hope to increase the efficacy of ethical… Continue reading

Stand next to my fire

Prometheus, Bound to Suffer: Examining The Continuous Repetition of Human History In relation to the early Grecian cultural attitude towards expanding one’s intellectual mind, ancient Greeks encouraged the contemplation and speculation of human… Continue reading

11 days of vain

Review of Three Days of Rain   Even through the plot’s intended disorienting sequence of events, the dramatic play, Three Days of Rain, written by Richard Greenberg, remains intriguing. Leaving a common audience… Continue reading

A series of self: Kendra, Pt. IV

I just didn’t know the backbone of solitude was being alone.

Nothing will I fear, as long as you are here

Your current faith: I am a faithful Christian, but I often lose sight of the light due to anxiety and depression. I have gone to private, Christian school my whole life, and I… Continue reading