Deadlines & Deadbodies
I write to keep the nightmares from crawling out…
Currently obsessing over tattoos, psychics, ritualistic serial killers & the delicious decadence that is New Orleans…
Eats Poetry for Breakfast.
Reader who writes.
Writer who reads.
Insomniac constantly needing procaffeinating.
“People on the outside think there’s something magical about writing, that you go up in the attic at midnight and cast the bones and come down in the morning with a story, but it isn’t like that. You sit in back of the typewriter and you work, and that’s all there is to it.”
Deadbodies & Midnight Confessions
“Certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” ~Neruda~
Eating Poetry for Breakfast
Poetry and other dead bodies…