NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
And if Joy comes How will we welcome him? Will we not fear him, Will we not cower After knowing only Depression for so long? Though we have prayed for him, Though we have drank All through our night (lifetime) What if we hope again to Hear the click Of his mighty boots On the…
Continue reading ➞ If Joy Comes
Chapter One Chapter Two “I prefer a stiff drink over a stiff man.” Laughter bubbled over my lips as Gin explained herself with blunt description. It was the fourth Thursday since we had met and every night ended the same; teeth crashing, tongues dancing, and lips melting together. I didn’t know much about the enigma…
Come September my best friend, Joesph Gilliam, will have been restored in heaven for a year. It's crazy to think that I've somehow lived without my right-hand man for a full orbit around the sun. No day with grief has been the exact same, each morning brings new challenges and each night brings new pains. With…
But: I'm going to do it anyway If you're a writer that puts out new content everyday: Go to Hell Wait teach me your ways before you do I don't believe you really do You schedule your post in advance don't you Because: nobody always feels great about what they write or writing in itself. We all have days…
I get a lot of questions from people about how blogging can help them supplement their income. I'm virtually new to the blogging world but have been quite successful in using my platform to generate some traffic, and in turn, some income. I know you all are working hard on your blog! Plenty of people…
I've been working on prose, micro-fiction, and writing outside of my usual blog post and poetry. To create an audience I've moved to other sites and publications to find readers. With that being said, my own personal site will always be a hub for everything I'm doing. Below is the first short piece of a…
Continue reading ➞ The Tales Behind Our Brokenness: A Series of Mirco Fiction
I need to write more when I’m in love. I need to stop holding your hand on these long Malibu walks And write more. I need to stop staring deeply into your eyes across the dinner table And write more. I need to stop watching you dance through the night And write more. I…