My name is like oatmeal.
I write about drinking a lot
Because I feel that the burn
And you might think you’ll outrun it.
Each leg spindly thin
But with flat footed assuredness
It pursues.
Each dull thud
They tend to linger.
“ I like the way you write.”
Or drinking and cellphone blogging.
My fear of losing my identify as a WOC, is as unfounded as my fear of dying in a tidal wave produced from…
I have realized that I love the way you write
This morning I realized how easily I could slap on another coat of Galaxy 055 and…
I have started to not be surprised when I meet people who also aspire to be Anthony Bourdain when…
This is the first story I have ever written on an iPad. This won’t be the first story I write with the same feeling of inadequacy as I burn yet another prepackaged tilapia fillet…
