A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Playground, school bell rings, again; Rain clouds come to play, again; Has no one told you she's not breathing? Hello...
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Yeah, I got sent back to my mother's. Oh well, I have a job now (woot! Hardee's Crew Member), and things are moving along. Thing do tend to become unbearable, but I know I have Krysti to help me through it (even have a poem about her).
I'm currently working on a series of short stories (sort of like a tv show season) so be prepared to see those on my site really soon. I warn you now. These stories will more than likely be a set of stories that will be more or less a mature form of the power rangers in a few way. However, you already know, NOTHING is goody-two-shoes when i write it.
Anything else you want to know about me? Feel free to email me and ask.
Birth Place
Springfield, TN USA
Accomplishments
nominated Poet of the Year two years running by the International Society of Poetry, published by same 4 separate times under the penname Medea Wilson (not to be mistaken with Tyler Perry's 'Mama Madea'), also received an award of Excellence from poetry.com
Additional Information
YAY! I got my pic updated! That's my good friend Melissa and me at my graduation. Many many thanks go out to Jeff for being there and taking the pics for me.
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