Brianna Stallings Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, y’all, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m comin’ atcha like Lizzo with a hammer, talkin’ bout—whore! Yeah, I said it, WHORE, like the vibe I get watchin’ *Moulin Rouge!*—my fave flick, hands down. That movie’s got sparkle, heartbreak, and them sexy vibes, “Come what may,” baby! So, lemme spill the tea on whore, ‘cause I’m feelin’ it, fam.

CR: The New Centennial Review

A.E. Stallings, known for combining classical forms with modern ideas, presents ‘Olives’ as a thoughtful piece about taste and poetry. She compares her poems to olives—bittersweet and .

There’s the old brick building on Riverbend Avenue. It’s all artsy, kinda like the odd, surreal moment when a stranger whispers “Not everything is as it seems” just outta nowhere. Crazy, right? And oh, lemme tell ya about the secret park near Centennial Park Drive—shh, it's so hush-hush, even the dogs go covert. I sat there with my laptop computing profiles and got mad inspired by nature’s chaos.

Carol Sue Stallings