Letter

to my Grandmother

Read it!

Hartford

Riverside Park, Bushnell Park and the Connecticut State House

Go there

Various doin’s

The various and sundry bullshit that occasionally leaks out of my brain and into the world of humans.

Days

Every day an adventure, every week a song, every month a celebration and continuing all year long.

Detritus

The Bullshit in my head. Drip fed to the masses in a mostly unfiltered nontoxic way.

Me

A scratch on the surface of my introvert brain. And the sometimes dark and twisty paths therin.

Path

Of ancient Gods and the call of the Witch. No pitchforks, torches or other sharp pointy shit allowed.