Nodus Tollens

Writing became a window into my calling An escape from our infamous, unaccepting society Time began to run slower and…

Crimson

Crimson It saunters through the earth. Like that of a beating heart. Like blood splattered on battlefield, Like burnt pecan…

Vancouver, it is.

It wasn’t a busting town or avalanche I stepped into but a quiet ,honey dipped surrounding I was welcomed by.…