Letting Life Lead
You burned my goat skin, charred my soul, and wedded me to your son. None asked which of my dreams had turned to ash. You feasted upon my beauty.
Dine on poisoned pies and drink. With bated breathe I wait.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
The place where all the things I write live
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
The 24 hour Writing Hotspot and Hang Out
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV