Come with me, comely waif

Curse with me, profane and discreet.
Soft and sweet, seasalt silver-meat.

"My only writing ritual is to shave my head bald between writing the first and second drafts of a book. If I can throw away all my hair, then I have the freedom to trash any part of the book on the next rewrite."

- C. P.

I fink you freaky and I like you a lot.

“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”

Hemingway

Unknown the unlit world of old
You're the sounds I've never heard before
Off the map where the wild things grow
Another world outside my door

You're the bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.