In an avenue of ghosts, monsters, and woebegone tales.

I do not write to please; I write for the irresolute workings of my mind alone.

There is the poem and there is the artist. Neither are similar nor are markedly different. Tread carefully; you are in our world.
  • you can find me in your head
  • JoinedMay 20, 2014


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xblufire xblufire Jul 21, 2020 06:42AM
I can't wait to share another poetry book, grit & grime, with you! But since I'm just starting with smoke & air, I'll rein my excitement in.  I hope you are all safe and sound, happy sad souls! 
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