I opened my eyes. I could see a sliver of sunlight shining through the canopy of leaves above me. It was blinding in the near darkness. I closed my…
The chronicles of my writing journey so far.
Before, I saw writing as a black and white movie. An ancient, yet respected art form. The contrast between dark realities and lighthearted moments allowed for some gray moments of introspection.
I’m a plastic bag blowing in the wind… I’ve been places. I’ve experienced things. Yet, this is only the…
A Poetic Prose
My relationship with my writing enables me to capture my words, and…