I need help from the suicidal writers crippled with agony and loneliness. I am a starving artist but some how make it through. Anyway, I am working on an illustrated, small run (I will likely print them myself) compilation of poetry, short stories, and vignettes; I am not a good writer and have only written one poem and vignette to use. I do have images though. The working title is “Digging up the Dead to go hang out”.









