Muse is a fickle thing. Coming and going by whims and wishes. A thing that can be stifled just as easily stoked.  From the many forms of art, nature, and the human condition, a muse may blossom.  A bud who’s sent is sweet and honey-tongued, but beware the thorns from a thing designed to lure…

I never thought I’d have one, but with the current state of affairs, I think I’ve found many. Not only in my personal life have people come forward against me, (family, friends, the once-trusted) but now my nation has sought the destruction of my values and rights and the values and rights of many others. …

Welcome to the first post on this site! I’m hoping to keep semi regular updates on here but I’m pretty busy and can sometimes let the ball drop. But, that aside, I’ll make a post in the next few days or so on what to expect in the future, so for now, I’ll leave you…