The world as Kate Taylor encounters it, Views it, hears it, fears it, and loves it.
“The needle tears a hole, that old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away but
Written after my first treatment for addiction in 2003 THE BURNING FLAME She didn’t really mean
“Something touched me deep inside the day the music died” (Don McLean) Have you ever wondered
The cracks in us grow incessantly From the very moment we come to be Once we
“Wait what? You run a hip hop magazine?! You? Yes I dooo… And guess what today
“Why oh why do we let our dreams die?… Spread our wings and touch the sky”
The Cruelest lie Resides In that moment between awakening And fully opening my eyes That duplicitous