on why

“Why do you keep doing it?” It being: singing, writing songs, writing poetry, trying to get gigs, putting oneself out… Read More »on why

on diana

With the breath of the goddess insinuating through the firs, summer died and numb-edged boulders began to whisper of the… Read More »on diana

on nostalgia

In which I cannot escape wasting time in coffeeshops because I cannot escape myself.

on regret

I haven’t listened to that much classical music.