I would never attempt to call myself the shining example of what a writer is supposed to be. I hardly even call myself a write.
I went to open mic poetry tonight. This is the second one I’ve been to this week. The great thing about Knoxville is that we
Well now that it took me three days to get the weekend out of the way, it is almost the weekend again. I don’t have
I woke up yesterday to a cloudy, dreary day. Saturday had been great. It was sunny. I drove my friend to Atlanta to buy a
Well, as you know I was seeing Hammock guy. And things were good, but something was missing. I realized it was magic. Or chemistry. Call
Driving through the snow I’m the only car on the road The plows haven’t even made it here yet The radio says, “blizzard advisory, stay