Camp Johnson Crossing NW    “Violins are for sissies” she said “I play violin” I answered “I like sissies” she replied

Bulgaria    “Journal” is not the word that can descibe the books in which I write. There are parts that you could call sheer diary, there are ...

To be fully standing in the light, one must cast a shadow.

SG    We shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real. ...