Reborn Through Art and Ink (a personal essay)
The tattoo gun murmurs its Morse code on my Manubrium, the hard bones perched just above soft curves of cleavage. From the first tip of costal cartilage, down to the …
Read MoreThe tattoo gun murmurs its Morse code on my Manubrium, the hard bones perched just above soft curves of cleavage. From the first tip of costal cartilage, down to the …
Read MoreThose of you who follow me on Twitter know I attended a drawing class at a local community center last year. Yes, this little teapot (short-and-stout) is my handy-work. After …
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