He didn’t remember ordering the now half-full drink set in front of him. He must have done so but the night had begun to slide into a hazy vagueness that was becoming more and more familiar, more and more comfortable. “So then what happened?” Her voice was slightly drowned out by the ambient noises throughout … Continue reading Is Today the Day?
i keep dreaming of ink flowing across my body a never-ending cascade of art, permanently etched, making me smile when i wake up in the morning and shuffle to the mirror, rub the sleep from my eyes and remember that i'm a walking canvas. last night, i dreamt that my mother and i went to … Continue reading Walking Canvas