A poet simply loved what was, indiscriminately.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.

A poet simply loved what was, indiscriminately.

I'm afraid I don't have more to say.

The strange inception of remarkable narratives, slowly evolve and gradually lead to truth.

A new page. My narrative suddenly changed purpose created ever in new direction.

I have to write with all my love.

I found him as beautiful as a dream. My head ran from morning til night. Ah, the poetry I'd written.
