How Will My Pen Give Thanks?
On edges and extremes, singular distress. A blank page or a capture by a character with issues, I fumble towards a dark and stinky mess. What madness! Deprived ...
Author: Khaya Ronkainen
Words are my friends.
A Dirge Like Birdsong
There’s pouncing and there’s prancing in birthday suits I mean, of the lot taking delight in spring. Strut and stride egg-laying creatures boasting ...