artist + writer + perpetual home renovator

mumbling to myself aloud with English butcheries, in public, at times it is embarrassing.

The stones

A helpful poem about where you belong. But interestingly it was the phrasethe stones of your dreamsthat jumps off the page for meI think it is the ambiguity of the word stones–millstones, stones for throwing, Stones that break bones, foundational stones, corner stone, stones that...
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Insanity?

Somethings don’t change–I keep believing that others’ goodness will out weigh their shadows. And as I do, I beat my head on the same wall, believing that goodness is more real than malice, more real than historical hurts, more real than secret shadows. i choose...
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