sometimes i find lost treasures and i wonder, were they ever mine?
it takes a few slaps sometimes, until you get the message …
thoughts on a couple recent dreams, and how they can or cannot help
steady mindshouting those bitches down
Reading Seneca makes me squirm
some pics from summer 2022
Seeing death in action has me scrambling …
After finishing another draft, i went through the feels.
Working nice with others as a possible imposter …
A story about an Imam, his people, and a Prince
There is a magic that persists, and a magic that takes leave.
How I got a mental map of El Lay
Lucrezia’s lover, and some of the things he and his homies did
A quick primer on my novel, some of the characters, and a theme or two
Boxes of photos gathering dust inspired me