Letting Life Lead
Portals hum in the purple sky. The invaders hate light.
Without the grid, streetlamps are spent matchsticks. Shadows descend and swallow. What will I do with nothing to burn? I thought I knew darkness before the great rifts extinguished the blinking 12:00.
The last orange flame wheezes.
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