Salt for the Wounds:​ Writers Block # 1

To be a Negro in this country is to be in a constant state of rage - Baldwin You can’t heal what you never reveal - Jay Z


We’re All Just Energy

I have a thing for a man named Martin.  I met him almost two years ago on my birthday weekend in a little store in Silverlake, Los Angeles. His storefront was recommended to me by a friend who I was desperately trying to emulate in a time of great uncertainty in my life. At this point, I was turning 24.