"i'd like to go into being, and breathing, and soul beekeeping..."
Feeling compelled to share my thoughts because I am a thoughts and writing hoarder, and as in most cases of hoarding, it's better to set things free. So for my mama, for my faraway friends, for my secretly shy self: I re-dedicate to my blog and sharing my writing adventures. I got back to Melbourne… Continue reading in any orange sort of mood i’d rather have the blues
From the shimmering and strange summer in one of my favorite places. slow load raw consciousness crunching gravel shifts my walk under the sun cat curls the longest afternoon burns my skin like fresh ink when venus falls, i turn my face to it all mammalian self dissolves in streaming dustlight my towel slips from… Continue reading slow load