No words fill me to the brim I'm . dr . ow . ni . ng . nothing to say, or do, or see me unable to write in this world, so devoid of...

If I had wings of a dove, I would fly away surrender this lackluster existence where talent flees me unused unwanted undisciplined in a...

Words stick in my throat, so narrow, fallow lying lined in my gullet unsaid and unsound unfound on any page known to both you and I....