Sorting through my writings and drawings again felt like getting to know the little me; ever sunny, ever positive, and ever obsessed with animals. It was good for the soul.
"...and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
Fancy permulate brilliant delicious ideas. Chemo letter to my lover anything and everything. Columbine shooting Boulder breaking through sizzling. * […]