I don't speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life. Fernando Pessoa. Twitter @fairycemetery

22/Two-Spirit/London    I often speak in two manners, one that's understood by all and one that's foreign quite often to most. Both hold a specific meaning of …

I will write happy things once I am happy.

“Writing shit about new snow for the rich is not art”

Toronto    mostly old poems and also whatever happens to be on my mind

unbecome everything you're not

On Oblivions Doorstep    I am that which was once many stars but faded reborn under a different name Darkness is my tether enjoy my many shades.. Once the …

Hungary, Budapest    And now I just sit in silence

25/Illinois.    free verse.