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.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
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.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Pen to paper