• nomorecoats:

    They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages and loved morphine and Demerol, tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?

    Sep
    26
    2011
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Carpe Diem

I always remember the words to my favorite songs.

I'm a writer from Miami, Florida. I edit Side B Magazine, a literary magazine for emerging and underrepresented artists. I also write for Specter Magazine and publish in the Miami New Times.

My interests include yoga, vegetarian food, Ani Difranco, and indie film.

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