MEMORIES OF A GIRL
If infected with poverty there is no escape; societies quicksand never lets go….sinking people slowly through out their lives. Yet no one offers help. No one notices when they disappear. No one calls out her name. No...
Read MoreJul 21, 2023 | Poetry
If infected with poverty there is no escape; societies quicksand never lets go….sinking people slowly through out their lives. Yet no one offers help. No one notices when they disappear. No one calls out her name. No...
Read MoreJul 21, 2023 | Poetry
I painted love once. Water colors dripping. Myriads of colors everywhere. My canvas’s...
Read MoreJul 13, 2023 | Stories
Do you hate this season as much as I do? No, not the sweaty, booty shorts, 100+ degree summertime...
Read MoreJul 2, 2023 | Stories
I feel like in the “normal” mainstream world we queer folk often are easily dismissed, ignored,...
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