Someone once said that all writing is born wanting to be read. But writing, to me, is an escape valve. With so much noise everywhere here is where I collect my pauses. A space filled with bad grammar, a hint of deconstruction, and some visuals; for effect.
A
collection
of
Pauses
Reveries
Replace
I’m going to be directIt’s not seductive nor particularly creativeBut it’s a process I need…
Push It – March 17th, 2022
I have been pushing myself to write again. P u s h i n g…
Reencontro – December 7th, 2020
Foi o cheiro da pipoca doce, a imagem do tucano, a sombra das Palmeiras Reais,…
