Surprise, Surpise. I wrote another poem* about my tattoos. I read it at a friend of mines party this week and thought I’d share it here. One day, I’d like to be one of those spoken word artists whose words pour out from their mouths slowly like molasses, full of body and rich flavor. Until then, I’ll hold tightly to my phone and say one too many “um”s before I start. We’re all learning how to be creatives. We all learning to speak boldly and look people in the eyes as we say “yes, I’m an artist.” 

*I wouldn’t really call it a poem, more of a “rhythmic rant.”

If you’re in Berlin, stop by “Art on the Terrace” and join our little creative community.