Photo by X.A. Medina (http://lepoet.tumblr.com/) (Censored) turned back around as we sat at a red light, she looked forward with bored eyes. In front of the SUV was a handful of street children in torn clothes. Three boys, and a girl who held a baby. The three boys did a human pyramid, the two older boys on the bottom, the smaller one on top, juggling three dirty tennis balls. Meanwhile the...
Photo by X.A. Medina (http://lepoet.tumblr.com/) Best Coast played on the laptop, the cat watched with curiosity, the water fell to the drain scurrying along her smooth brown skin to get there, navigating the curves with ease. She ran soapy hands along his back and shoulders, He rinsed his body and kissed her, she laughed, the beautiful cliché not lost on either of them.
(Tommy and I, Savannah, GA 2003) My friend Tommy passed away this week. He was one of the greatest guys I have known. He was an amazing artist, a truly giving soul, and had the greatest spirit and outlook on life it would sometimes drive me crazy. Tommy would always hit me up on Gchat, iChat, facebook chat, basically anything that had a chat and say “What’s happening Wes? Let’s get a drink...