I wrote something. It’s something like a poem. It’s a scene from Molly, one I haven’t got to yet, cut down and made in to… something like a poem. ~ Sick urban stone Melting water halos in the neon Dusting in her eyelashes, running her mascara And she tastes in the back of her throat read more »

The other day, some of my colleagues and I held a brainstorm as part of an internal project. Following a few fun exercises to warm up our brains, we went on to think more specifically about the project. Later on, I looked down at the page where I had been jotting down words, as part read more »