Prose
Fev'rish heat, These summer nights, Doth whisper forth the autumn. Emerge from tombs, Witches take flight, And dance beneath leaves auburn. — Yours truly (2023) And a happy Libra season, as well! This short poem I wrote a couple years ago when I lived in Kentucky. I was walking
Blog
I published my first post and, despite mentioning my desire to minimize pressuring myself, I promptly vanished for over a month precisely due to pressuring myself. I establish grand goals when creating projects, oftentimes ones that are unattainable immediately, and when they inevitably do not come into fruition, I grow
Blog
For a minute I debated about writing this post as an official introduction with a website overview and a list of possible expectations. Upon further thought, I concluded such formality is superfluous, considering I have reinvented my online presence numerous times. I have sampled many social media platforms, ranging from