bus story · bruised

Bruised He was bruised.Beaten.Out of confidence.He walked with a hunch.Slouched.The heavy bag slung overHis shoulders down.They bumped.He looked.No words were said.He received no apology.He was bruised. originally published 2015 Bruised, a short story Mornings, they were always something of a hassle. Though Robin Snow would rather spend the day lazying about, she would go ahead …

September Thoughts | Artist Vlog | Plus The Hows of Us Fanart

Recollecting September For this month, I’m doing another artist vlog to end it while I paint and ink a few things like The Hows of Us Fanart. It’s been a long month of emotions and self-reflection. I don’t think there was ever a time this month that I felt extremely good about myself but at …

Poem 90

Smoke It was Sunday yesterday. Oh no…Don’t ask why the sun shines,or why google has no informationabout youfor me to finally set asidemy Sundaysfor God and notsome other guybecauseit’s only natural. It’s awfulwhen I spend thirty minutessmiling at your ridiculouslimited pictureswhere you’ve got a jointbetween your lipsinstead of a penfor class work you may not …