writer. traveller. life unraveller.
the sound of devotion released to city streets knitted into urban life cast out into soupy air that hangs like a blanket on a line and holds a golden hum aum mani padme hum aum mani padme hum deep, monotonous, real enough to almost stroke with my fingertips but not quite held in by mountains... Continue Reading →
It’s easy to get lost in a word forest. It’s the consequence of total overwhelm combined with the sheer number of words in the English vocabulary and my complete, unlimited access to all of them. If only I could remember them all. You know that saying, you can’t see the forest for the trees? Sometimes,... Continue Reading →
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why "What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my... Continue Reading →
colleen thornton 