Old Currency Is Still A Big Hit.

SJ Writing Poetry and Short Fiction. Knocking again and again at the glass;. One corner, then another,. Failing each time to see that the path. To the warm, blue air is little more. The strands that pull and get caught;. I watch him attempt to draw the back view of a figure. Frown at the restriction of paper.

Artist, Writer of Confessional Free Verse Poetry and Fiction. QUOTES, INTERVIEWS AND REVIEWS.

I write to understand myself. Because Blogspot means we are published writers. Because phone cameras and we are photographers. Because Instagram and we are models of our own lives. Because VSCOCam and we can be editors. Because ALLIS and we can sculpt our own cheekbones. Because we are told we were all special snowflakes. Because Asian parents and teenage rebellion.

The Girl Who Loved to Read. And the Crazy Things That Happened to Her. Come out of the darkness and into the sun;. With the sun, with the earth, with this lovely town. And all that we see is just starlight and pain;.

Getting Sober and Staying That Way. The Top Five Regrets of the Dying.

My grumpy yet accurate view on the world and its problems. Asymp; Leave a comment. Most of my poems have some kind of explanation to them. Steal all my cash and take all my money. Cancel my calm and mess with my zen. But put down the paper, put down the pen. The words that I write are magic to me.

Photography, or just some fun. Poetry, or something like it. Stories, or maybe a ramble. You can probably figure out the rest. This blog is mainly about developing skills and a portfolio for my Craft Skills module at University. Hopefully some of it will be worth the letters.