I. E. ArmstrongToday I Woke Up and The Sun Was ShiningIt’s been been twenty-four hours since my last cigarette. I’m grinding my teeth, and running my fingers along the lining of my trench coat…Jan 8, 2020Jan 8, 2020
I. E. ArmstrongThe Writer, The Cinephile, and VigilanteHe wanted to write, the writer, but often didn’t know what to write despite free time teeming with thoughts, and conversations laced with…Jan 6, 2020Jan 6, 2020
I. E. ArmstrongMountains, The Ocean, Our Sweet MelodyHeart in my throat and after weeks of awkward encounters the only thing separating us now were the clothes on our backs. Robert could’ve…Dec 26, 2019Dec 26, 2019