Phynnecabulary

You don’t have to give out your time, your efforts, your emotions—you don’t have to award ownership to anyone else at all. Everything is just passing through.

Reading of a short poem by Sweedle D’Souza

Scars of all kinds, try them on for size. Are they comfortable on your skin?

Devour the words before they eat you.

How fear begot rage, and rage begot freedom.

Fall’s unfailing promise

“here, you see, we lend our paltry fiber to the tapestry...”

Regrets are pulled in the undertow

08.06.2018-Be broken, own up, be at peace. Let’s get through Monday.

...penned on a day filled with great love.

Find me. Leave me be.

A Rant, Bachata, and a Filipina Diwata.

We all dwell the other life in the obscure illusion.

We live upon other lives borrowed. Don’t squander the gift you were given.

Blip on the radar. Blink, and ya miss it.

A fun, late night noshless gab with the bestest of the best.

Rambles, a snippet of a favorite Greek myth retold, a music way to stimulating for its own good. Oh—and a cat and and a pizza table thingy.

Gurllll...

Affirmation, say it out loud, it is truth.

It’s 1 A.M., I’m sleepless in the West County, let’s do this.