Ella Was

Ella was beautiful. Ella was fast. Ella was gone. Ella was never coming back.

The Words That Hope To Carry,

"I don't want to be the one Who breaks down at the cost of something very little. Or rather, what seems like something very little to others, But means a breaking point to me." A series of poems, haiku's, tanka's, readings, stories, and monologues from me in collaboration with writers such as yourselves. I tend to g...