He laid me out
where I used to sleep
and pulled off my mood ring
with his teeth.
He laid me out
My artwork aims to capture and show life at its most vibrant and exciting. The photographs I take encourage people to see the intricacies and beauty beyond the everyday. My artwork is often centered around my immediate environment and cultural identity. I celebrate culture in all its varied forms all over the world.Read More
Once the nurses wiped away the blood,
the boy glowed like angel without wings,
crying, squirming, while you gazed at him
with red streaking through your eyes,
anguish wrinkling the paleness in your face,
and a heart, empty like the unfilled bottle.
Father never taught me how to love you.
When their eyes were dazzled
They fell giddy from her wily smiles, dirty and bookish
Suddenly she was the climax of their whole lives
Suddenly she could see their futures and was helpless to warn the wretches
She easily becomes a part of everyone she ever meets
A knife that cuts going in and cuts coming out
When I'm alone, I'm always thinking about the same thing, which is the interior (and other) lives of the characters in the novel I'm writing. It's been this way for my whole life, not with these particular people, who have changed over time, but with imaginary people. It's one of the reasons I like being alone so much, because it's really hard to get a good grip on them when I'm with other people, and I'd almost always rather be with my characters than actual humans. If we're not together for a while, I miss them. I need a tremendous amount of emotional space to write fiction, and if I don't have it, I get very tense and sad and anxious and start acting like a complete garbage bag.Read More
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