Hello, No One.
Writing has always been a grounder for me. Sometimes it’s a tedious grounder; one that requires large amounts of sought after intention lost in the depths of my brain. Plus that intention needs to be accompanied by tireless hands willing to hold a narrow utensil that will only move swiftly across a page if made to. Or sometimes it looks like phalanges that clack mechanical keys as I compose weak poetry for no one to read online.













