Thank you for reading. You think with words where most simply seek to capture a thought. Tis rare.

As for me, I scribble (which sometimes holds a thought). Breath is life, and life is to be shared in the living. We all search for that raw spark from someone to make us come alive. And isn’t that love? 🌼

I look forward to reading more of your poetic musings on the real then. And thank you for the friend request 🌼

hello Joe good afternoon I love this obsession… it is so tender and giving yet extremely powerful 💕

darkly beautiful dearest Daniel 💕

Beautifully penned, Daniel. An amazing dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Daniel,
There’s something about your work just does it for me…It’s always so haunted, so beautiful in, dare I say a morbid way.
It’s achingly beautiful and resonates deeply within me. I’m a huge fan.

xx
~P.G💋

This is so incredibly scintillating. You write this succubus with the virtuosity of a poet who knows her craft and knows it well. I could feel this deep in my core. I was seduced and stimulated by your fiery sensual words.

John

Unapologetically penned, Brenda. This is raw passion unleashed my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello beautiful poetess thank you most graciously good evening 💕

hello dearest John it is very sad New Orleans is doing it’s best to recover you were fortunate to have enjoyed your time there before the storms beautiful write and your insight are not lost on me 💕

New Orleans is where jazz and funk music got there start. Where second-line drumming and parades flourish, and where jazz funerals are carried out. I was sad to see what Katrina did to the french quarter. I’m sure a place like that will always come back from whatever tragedy affects it.