Poems from Jessclo
Extraordinary isn't birthed by the privileged. It is birthed by the starved. You ask me, you say, what is extraordinary? Well I answer, I...
We see laughter as the reward for a joke, but never do we see the quip as the prize.
Taking that plunge, we abide by the rules of risk,...
Who I am is not who
But what they do see
What I am is not what
But who I tend to be
Flash, Click, Drag.
Pictures Glowing
Portraits...