Raw becomes the plight of my exisrence, only to fade into darkness. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016

The Cusp

The cusp my winds shape dances grievously in pitter-patter rains.I stand against deep seated anguishWhere chilled memories defy leisure.For my road left to it’s demise, devours me.


I don’t have much to report. Things have been going alright with my clothing retail job. It’s tiring at times, but good exercise. So far, I’ve lost a grand total of 17 pounds since I started working there back on March 12, 2018. Some have drama going on. I get how most folks have drama, … More Highlights