Another Pile of Shit I am not my poem, I am not my words, I am a spiritual entity, manifested in physical form My work is my excess, my glorious fodder; my spiritual shit. Glorious though, some of this shit may be, it is but a glimpse of the awesomeness of being; the untold presence felt … Continue reading #185 →

I've been thinking here the past few days, I am of a mind to begin a foundation, a support network for those suffering from a TBI. Broader and more in-depth than any foundation out there, because I, suffering from a TBI received 14 years ago am lucky to have had the support i did and … Continue reading so… →