Your scars are you places you’ve been,
things you’ve done, and who you were.
It’s like a snapshot of a moment
that is so personal, only you get proof.
You can tell any story you want
Which choices you made that led
to your personalized tattoo; how’d you got that scar.
Who is to question whether it’s the truth or not?
the literary asylum
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Creativity conquers all!
A Gender Transition Journey
Light, Love, and Magic in the Hills of East Tennessee
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Examining the extraordinary and the mundane
AM Roselli's art & writing site
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
(re)Living History, with occasional attempts at humor and the rare pot-luck subject. Sorry, it's BYOB. All I have is Hamm's.
