Letters.
A gentleman sat at a table and wrote a letter. The table was round, wooden, small, a little piece of black paint chipped off its right...
What Becomes of Us
When we hold questions in our minds that never make it out of our mouths, what becomes of us? When we think thoughts we share freely in...
Mississippi, Goddam.
Whoa! Mississippi. Goddam, I came to you full and left you hungry! Not in a bad way, honie. Not in a bad way. Thanks for the love, the...
I Met Angels in Phoenix
One in particular left a mark. I just got back from a trip to Phoenix for a screening of my short film, Utopia, at the 2019 Phoenix Film...
Recollections...
This time of year, this specific day out of a whole year, out the 365 days that make a year what it is tends to bring with it a shit ton...
Mountains out of Molehills
Based on a prompt: Two Best Friends are Baristas :) It was a morning like any other: a long line of morning commuter rail...
Yellow Cabana
It’s a Sunday morning, the clouds are out in all their glory; my kind of Sunday morning good weather. Rosy is at her table. The one she...
Eucalyptus, Maui
Photo may be copyrighted. from my thoughts on paper this morning... When pearl shaped waterfalls from a pair of oval expanse swim down...
Y.A.
from my thoughts on paper this morning.... Two Young Adults stroll down the streets of a city called The Jungle, where death thrives and...
Black Sisterhood & Paying It Forward...
~this image may be copyrighted. Oh, where do I begin...? It's been a tough, but enlightening few months - working on completing my short...
