🥀Mateo🥀

         It wasn’t that he hated Miguel. Or even his mother and father.         More so, he hated that he was an insatiable beast. With charming good looks. The moon would be full soon, visible there in Lisbon. Mateo picked a bar brimming with unbeknownst humans, his partner wide eyed at him. He’d been newly turned, so it…

What I Want

It has panned out simply because I allowed. It is hard…integrity is hard. It is trying…but patience is a virtue. But it’s mine. I made it so.

Today, and Hereafter

It started with me checking my emails and Amazon orders. I realized items were coming today. There was a recent mix up with Voyage Magazine, so I am awaiting news on updating information. The weather is seasonal – cool, breezy. It rained last night, so much that it flowed endlessly from the storm drains for…

Busy Busy Busy

For a moment, I thought I’d run out of photos to use for my interviews. I was taking them as to not always need to take more. This one sufficed, for the most part. I wonder – will I need more? I scroll through and answer everything for two brief features on Instagram, I’m saving…

Amazon Vine

Another blessing has landed in my lap! Amazon reached out, offering their review program known as Amazon Vine. It’s exclusive, invite only and people are selected based off of the performance of past reviews. I scanned the internet for blog posts and feedback, and came to a single conclusion – you scratch my back and…

🥀The Fray – Mateo🥀

         It wasn’t that he hated Miguel. Or even his mother and father.         More so, he hated that he was an insatiable beast. With charming good looks. The moon would be full soon, visible there in Lisbon. Mateo picked a bar brimming with unbeknownst humans, his partner wide eyed at him. He’d been newly turned, so it…

Subtle – A Poem

The renditions are the same Bland, severed and mundane Yet they want everyone to be sane Except there’s no conductor for the train I jumped from the assembly line  And lived a life full of divine One that my own, where I shine Where I can be myself, not charged a fine But lately from…

People Prefer Jealousy

It takes more effort to be cruel, than it does to be kind. There’s never a reason to be jealous of anyone. I see, daily, how rude and nasty people are to each other. The same people want someone to love them, and they want to be trusted and kept safe. But they’re disgustingly unkind…