<i>Poet Warrior</i> sits in a stack on my desktop for those days when I need inspiration! When I look at the mounting pile, I consider moving it to a shelf, but then, no...How can I give up words like these? "This is how I cam of age, by a tightrope slung between my desires and the desires of others. I was hungry for ritual. Ritual creates belonging..." and I'm off!
<i>Poet Warrior</i> sits in a stack on my desktop for those days when I need inspiration! When I look at the mounting pile, I consider moving it to a shelf, but then, no...How can I give up words like these? "This is how I cam of age, by a tightrope slung between my desires and the desires of others. I was hungry for ritual. Ritual creates belonging..." and I'm off!