Clarity.
Misguided voices in your head. Speak of hatred, anger, death. Whisper signs. Corrupt your mind. Silently lie in wait, of your last breath. Don’t give in. The voice is pretend. Your wounds are real. They throb and bleed. No longer hidden where eyes can’t see.
Poetry Monday #18 – Selfish
I want you broken, battered, and beat. I want you on your back unable to stand. Its more convenient for me. It satisfies my needs. My impulse to help. My desire to please. Is it […]
Poetry Monday #17
Don’t really want to blog. So, I wrote this poem. Share. Dream. Live.
Fuck Love
I need to write a blog today. I wanted to write about me. Me. Me. Me. ME. But I can’t. Because I finished a book called Fuck Love and it was so fucking amazing I […]
Big Goals for 2016
Lunam, book one I just sent off the manuscript for my second book. It’s totally not like my first one. It’s a fantasy set in reality. If that makes any kind of sense. It has wolves, […]
Write or Smoke Crack?
I hate when people ask how many books I’ve sold. I tell them I don’t know. Because I truly don’t. I got a very, very small royalty check from Amazon last month and I was […]
Last Monday
In the Big Chill Jeff Goldblum plays writer and he’s asked what his novel is about. He says, “I’m going to write about this weekend.” Glenn Close asks, “What were you going to write about before?” […]
My hands smell like onions and other random facts about me.
I fell out of a moving car once. I’m missing 2 teeth – my “fangs”. I was born without them. So was my sister, it’s a genetic thing. I use 3 times the amount of […]
Why Logan Lerman…
Why Logan Lerman is my Matt. Those blue eyes are what sold me on Logan in the beginning. Last night I watched Fury and Oh. My. God. The Percy Jackson kid was basically the hottest actor […]
Good News. Audiobooks. Hangovers.
Good News first. So, I received good news this week. Actually is was fucking awesome news. That I can’t even share because it’s kind of, sort of top secret up until it isn’t. I don’t […]
Nicole Loufas 