I can’t even write a poem for this one. These keep getting more and more fucked up. I’m going to have nightmares tonight. Sorry guys. I have no idea what is happening in my subconscious but it clearly isn’t pleasant.
Meager musings and monumental frustrations.
this is what my life is like now
my life in picaresque
A bibliomaniac stirs
My Writing Life
Once a complicated symphony, now just a simple melody
Unrepentantly celebratory insights into life on Earth's under-appreciated, under-acknowledged, and utterly amazing stories
Poet, Editor, Teacher
work in progress
a literary magazine for your ears
Supermom with a second-hand cape and an empty glass of wine.
- poet / editor / hiker / human -
capturing the joy of the human spirit - in mid air - around the world