To survive, you must tell stories. 

-Umberto Eco

old-paper-2142182_1280Everything I never wanted

When She Jumped

beating the beast and setting it free

This Point

and the wind whistles with wonder…

A Thousand Times

Mysticism in my coffee


and where was man

weight of the world, balanced on weekend’s shoulders

Boy of the Silver Sea

layers that refuse to shed/ September Blues

secret slivers under the moon

Reign of the Melancholy (or, Small Revolutions)

Not of tragedy, not today

chains of freedom