These pages are dedicated to the writer's life, as I pursue my dreams of making a living at the craft. I emerged into the light once more, from a dark world of hell and heroin addiction to bask in the sunlight of my words and newfound wisdom. As a mother, I am driven to succeed not only for myself, but to set an example for my beautiful little boy.
Sometimes, I crave just The emptiness. I think About that wooden floor Beneath my platform heels Feet spinning below me, And my head spinning Above me And all the edges are hazy. The burgundy velvet curtain Tilts back and … Continue reading →