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 MorePart of the thrill of being involved in an online tribe is meeting incredibly gifted souls along the way. One such bright soul is Valerie Piacenti. We’ve known each other …
Read MoreGod bless you Hendrix. Are you live, or are you Memorex? Your oozing twang-jive that you bled back then is a whole-blood transfusion for my head. Electric riffs rip …
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