There is a wondrous wilderness to nourish the senses beyond words
‘giving the knee’? Ranting at statues and raging ‘shame on you’? The newly found democratic anarchist republic of Spaz? All […]
Talk to me in smoke signals…rising and sending a message carried by the wind, from what you have burned.
I listen to and read every writer I can find who challenges me or feels of the blizzards and high […]
weasel talk…
Programmed to press buttons to peek at screens as soon as I wake, from the haze lingering grisly from my […]