October 2019 – Cult of Diana

on falling

Your immensity and my diminuition are not mutually exclusive. I, by nature of existing as this tiny blip, a mere… Read More »on falling

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

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

I haven’t listened to that much classical music.