Letting Life Lead
For ninety-two years, she’d leave the tube tank and enter the twenty-six foot deep observation aquarium. She swam melancholy circles; show time simulated life; the people cheered. Saviors opened the outer gates, but the sea called the mermaid’s withered heart no longer.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Confessions of a White Trash Hoe
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.