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

death by elocution

adventures in mundanity

38/F/Liverpool   

21/Androgynous/South Africa    Today I am broken Tomorrow I will be healed No words as token But whispers to the hills

Up North. Turtle Island.   

Carthage, Tunisia    ‘For Bouazzi, Shelley’s rhetoric is “bound up with the human makeup” (11). This toughly elegant formulation articulates the book’s conviction that Shelley’s affirmation and disaffirmation …

Massachusetts   

40/M/United Kingdom   

F/British Columbia via Iran    I'm here to express what I otherwise can't ~ I Am Here.

Beirut, Lebanon    I live in the Soho of the Middle East; Beirut has been my lover, I learned to love her and be proud of her through …

47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA    "The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own" - Colum McCann (Let The Great World Spin). The beautiful contradictions …

Not a choice

24/F/Under a Willow Tree    The works found on this page are my own works unless they are found in a collection, or are stated as such. Comments welcome, plagiarizers …

21/Agender/Canada    If art does not evoke, it's hardly art at all.