An Echo of Another Age

Lawnmowers growl and the sun peeks through a blanket that you thumb tacked against the window.

You roll over to stare at the wall and slam a fist into your face, wishing you were anywhere but here.

You turn the TV on and stare into the abyss. Continue reading An Echo of Another Age

When Keeping it Real Goes Rogue (A Shared Space Pitch)

I don’t think any of us really know what’s going on until it’s too late and I don’t want that to happen cause the truth is:

I’ve been making everything up as I go. Continue reading When Keeping it Real Goes Rogue (A Shared Space Pitch)