Rough draft of Chapters 2-3 of my Untitled Black Love Project. (Chapters written in Third Person Multiple).
16 days out.
Take it from a retired champ.
Keeping afloat while creating in the digital age
As children of the war, do we not quake at the trumpets sound?
The gay-by blues.
A lil journal post following the feels after debuting my first ever film, HARD TO LOVE
A personal essay on my relationship to pain.
my lover has a runny nose
she likes to balance on her toes
the hair upon her head it grows
and off it goes
the dark is still, but I am not
the cage inside my heart has rot
and there she is, right in its spot
A snapshot of my current mental processes as documented in a 12+ hour period.
tongues in twos, I take the lead
tilting, tasting, you and me