A Writer with a Thousand Dreams

 

When I close my eyes, I can see stories. Stories of fantastical worlds, troubled characters, battles that need to be fought, and dark backstories that need only love to find some retribution. When I close my eyes, I see dreams. Dreams of bringing recognition to the lived experiences of people and communities who have been neglected & forgotten. And dreams of these stories–my stories–seeing the light and finally having a chance to speak to the hearts and souls who stretch their ears to hear them. Maybe that’s presumptuous and maybe my feeble words will become nothing more than ink splotches on a page (or pixels on a digital screen). But as my old sport Francis Scott suggests, I have quite a few things to say. And if I don’t tell my stories…who will?

I am a writer. Always have been, always will be. And I think it’s time to give my words a chance to see more than just the pink insides of my brain.

So…welcome to my blog friends. Here, you will see the unedited beauty of my consciousness in snippets of prose from my short stories, flash fiction pieces, samples of eloquent and more often than not, ineloquent poetry, and opinion pieces related to the art of writing.

Enjoy! xx

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