Devastation. That is the world that comes to mind.
The Art of Everything
In the art of everything, we sing, we dance, laugh and cry, and hope that one…
Writings on Old Paper
I found this note crumbled in a crevice in an old backpack I used to use…
Smells Like Breeding Frogs
I love the time of year in the Pacific Northwest when you can start to smell…
Standing At The Edge of The World
When you are standing at the end of the world, what will you have to look…
Cheers to the Land of Eire!
It was initially my goal to be still living in dearest Dublin, Ireland for today. Especially…