Whatever is, is. Can we know it? Possibly, but we will never know if we know it truly.
Art doesn't have to be worthy to be worth sharing
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
once, i saw a girl, unstiching the stars so they'd tumble from the sky and fall on her feet.
Vox clamantis in deserto
A journal of poetry, short fiction, visual art and experimental media.
Some Things Are Better Off Read
until we are read all over