
The air in my home unit was thick, heavy, moisture filled with things said just beyond perception. A deep wariness fills myself and the others in it. I begin my labor burdened by things known, and unknown.
The air in my home unit was thick, heavy, moisture filled with things said just beyond perception. A deep wariness fills myself and the others in it. I begin my labor burdened by things known, and unknown.
It's a writers world, a world that seeks to explore and entertain
Philosophy and Poetry for the Mountains
Required weekly reading for the modern guardsman
A Global Divergent Literary and Aesthetic Collective
Reading Into Everything.