A divine promise of two.

Words and thought are truly food to the soul.

When something seems not worth it, it usually isn’t.

Finding your destiny.

…You and I together.

Sticks and stones my break my bones, but words will destroy my soul. But should those words be crafted well, then prosperity shall I know.

This is how I write a story or poem. I toss a tennis ball around as I write one page and another. This method may not work for you, but it works great for me. Find your own way of writing.

How to get a triond account.

A poem I wrote about more doing and more imagining.

Drink in the chalice of night.