Genesis of a literary awakening, a discovery of self, an affirmation of voice. What do you do when your fountain runs dry, and all the grass you watered turns brown? What happens when everyone blames you for letting the grass go brown? Did you ever really want to water that grass? Why did you let your fountain run dry? Are you jealous of the grass? How much water can you hold and share with the world, before your fountain runs dry? February 19, 2018.

I love books and i talk about them here. 8220;I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.

Learning how to be incomplete. A poem that got me started. Reflections on 9 year old me. That time i decided to start an online journal.