2015 Spring Edition
My chest tightens, a shallowness of the breath follows and I find myself struggling to stand up straight for there is this gravitational pressure. My eyes widen and I wither into a memory.
Her swollen feet slapped the pavement, purposely stomping down on unsuspecting dandelions...
Pool of light spilled from the bar sign. Illuminated pyramid flanked by two palm trees.
Humankind vibrates in a narrow world of what is known, for they fear to venture into the closest world of truth: that of their own mind.
Los Angeles is a jungle / A jungle of man made delusions & manifest destiny
I chose to write about being born and raised in a city known for its gambling and prostitution.
You are a stranger in your own home, your own self, disembodied
Labeling identities as invisible discounts the institutional frameworks that are actively oppressing these individuals.