Open-Heart Surgery in My Mind and Trepanning The Nerve Centre of Everything – Why I write!
The reason I write is a reason that gets all blurry in my head. I can’t remember if I write because I want to because...
The reason I write is a reason that gets all blurry in my head. I can’t remember if I write because I want to because...
The list of reasons I would fail was long and never far from conversations. Backhanded condemnations like �Do you really think you�re talented enough?� and...
Within the tangible frame of my physical being lies a vast, infinite space of wonder, disappointment, curiosity, sorrow and truth. Beyond bones, blue eyes, sunshine...
I did a lot of performance art in my college years, once I decided I was going to take peoples secrets and put them on...