Memoirs of a French Kiss: The Masterpiece

The conception happened on March 1 2005. The moment he realized he was pregnant with knowledge he ran to a piece of paper and used a black ink pen to see the results. After fifteen minutes J.L. Kirkwood realized that not only was he about to be a parent, he was about to give birth to words. He had morning sickness trying to figure out a way to bring poetry into the communities. He wanted to marry spoken word and bring written word into your living room. He wanted to give life to a book that would be thought provoking and timeless. A book that would bring about change. A concept that would create a balance between love and hate, trust and pain. He struggles with growth but admits his flaws and battles with the forces of darkness to become a better man. And after months of labor pains he finally gives birth to a healthy newborn . . .