FACE THE RAGE
Peak your head in to voyeur demons with a sense of humor.
To commit to being a writer is a slow-drawn suicide laden with suffocating grief.
I fail to believe one chooses to become a writer, more so the words we read as children noticed our shy gap, an insecure center, and buttered themselves in to the ridges between ribs. Perhaps they thought themselves a helpful comfort, but their inhabitance instilled helpless human sensitivities and created pressure…