Writing Stuff

Quasimodo was probably Just a stressed-out mother Back hunched, Eyes half-lidded, Balding, Styled like the peasants. Only the walls and...

When you pray, Is it to a man or a woman? I’m not religious, But lately I’ve been drawn to The synergy of motherhood A silent religion...

Oh the memory, it burns Like accidentally touching a still hot stove Oh please! I can’t be alive anymore Cover me, bury me 12 feet under...