In the Shower with My Clothes On
It’s exactly how it sounds.
An unapologetic and vulnerable anthropology of me through my pieces of writing.
- “ No wonder the Sun Came Up”
I met you in the dark As a distortion, An abstract of a woman I used to be. So dark I can’t see my hand my hand in front of… Read more: “ No wonder the Sun Came Up” - El Portal
“Write,” said the grey, concrete wall of this hospital parking structure. Don’t sit there and cry. This is your life, and you chose this. I am a classic crash-out. I… Read more: El Portal - Huntington
This is a piece I wrote about my childhood home in Huntington Beach, CA. As you grow older you realize how precious those childish things you never thought twice about as a kid stays with you forever as your greatest memories. This is an incredibly large part of who I am.
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In the Shower with My Clothes On 