Cracked Open

I show you my marrow. These are a few writing samples that express the feelings that I have regarding the creation of art. A little sloppy and raw, but at times, so am I.

This is my prose form of the artistic process:

My bones are blasted apart. Blackened and cracked, split apart, flames licking up the sizzling meat. The pen hiccups across the page that traps my sticky hand in the Louisiana air, thick and moist. A slapping in my tightened chest reminds me of my life, but I take another step. The pole is at my back and the…