Odd Walking Thoughts

Cloudy whispers sank near the window asking for more. We held our mind under steam filled moments screaming. No more doors without locks. No more drawers to be pulled. The brushes and combs were dead while everything else looked on.


-M. Taggart

Walk on

For much of my life I’ve walked a lonely path. This one path was different. WordPress. Spillwords. Being published beyond both. Eyes on words.

I gave an interview. Something I’ll most likely not do again for a very long while.


fuck it