Lay me down,
beneath the beckoning
branches of the giants.
Drive the marker into the earth,
for my soul.
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
I write because I must
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.