Remember this children’s rhyme? I was curious about it because one, it’s kinda a lie. But two, I’d take a stick or stone to the arm or leg any day compared to some of the things words can do. Maybe even blunt force to the head instead of having words circle around up there. I […]
Tag: Art
Tortured Artist
The tortured artist. Am I right? What I’ve learned is that, while pain does inspire some pretty honest writing, (completely therapeutic and necessary at times), so do other things, like that weird dude at work. The things you overhear while waiting in line, that oversharing cashier. Family you can’t escape during the holidays. Or that […]