For Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors.
My doors to sacred are outdoors and music and loving friends and family.
We were practicing a Requiem. A door into grief and comfort.
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
EXPLORING THE TEENAGE DIASPORA
Things I should be telling myself
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
short poems for short attention spans
beauty is in the eye of the beholder