Hello there,

 

Here are some poems and thoughts I get before I forget to write them down. In this space I am free to be uncontextualized, but I've left quite a few breadcrumbs - maybe you'll find yourself in here? This is only the beginning.

-A

the living spirit
presents itself in dreams
upon waking life
Vital Life Force
Apr 2019

In slowed down moments, the scent of whiskey, of salt in the afternoon sweat.

 

A brief glance, a sharp inhale, a masquerading shape - softens the threat. 

World Stop

-or-EXIT