I left my mind on an open road and picked up poems on the way. Advertisements
Nothing hotter than a woman all made up in confidence and drive. You know when you look in the mirror after a night of partying and think, “damn I look busted up!” I get the opposite when I look at myself after a night of working and being productive like “dang girl, hustle looks good on you!”
Heavy rain is sad… unless it’s by Soul for Real in which case it’s sweet. Candy Rain obv
Mariah Carey at her best. Or has she shone brighter dreamlover? Another prompt from a friend – this one done on the couch at Lavish boutique in Pasadena the night of their grand opening.
Gassy little fruit. You’re a substitute for carbs. That’s why I love you. Trying some new prompts from friends in the next couple of haikus! It’s pretty fun and increases your quick-thinking skillz. Got a prompt for me? Email me at email@example.com
“Baby, I’m so sad but I just need some more time.” Whatever, eat shit.
Another great Meetup at my favorite LA writing spot, The Hatchery Press. The exercise today was to write for 30 minutes using the first sentence of a different literary work as your prompt. No surprise – I wrote about hookers (: (Prompt is from David Sedaris essay: Chicken toenails, anyone?) I have to go to China.” I told people this in the way I might say, “I need to insulate my crawl space” or, “I’ve […]
You’re gone. I’m at peace. What’s left is obvious: It was never right.
I sat down to write and all I could think of is how you don’t love me.