…and then there’s those days when i want nothing more than to open a window and let the wind blow through my apartment while Miles Davis’ “Sketches of Spain” plays. i would sit atop my freshly made bed and read the poetry and prose of Sonia Sanchez. i close my laptop and put down my pen. in search of inspiration or perhaps just affirmation. its days like those i dream of as i dress myself in preparation, of slaving away for the rent.

•  6 March 2012  •  9 notes