…from women who gut men like fish, then stay to mend their wounds.
a short story by Nakeysha Roberts Washington Blood, bones and it’s encasement. Strangely, when I was a toddler, I was as dark as I am now with blond hair and hazel eyes. I have noContinue reading
So, yeah! With all the unseen words floating around in clouds and free spaces and unwired four walls real paper, pages, ink has become somewhat obsolete and needed a Native Queen to bring them backContinue reading