I don’t live in the present. Merely between the past, a shadowbird With its talons in my back and muffled caws of summer, Tugging at

Talking about travel, current affairs and life on the move
I don’t live in the present. Merely between the past, a shadowbird With its talons in my back and muffled caws of summer, Tugging at
Impasse Reaching the cutoff of all paths of action, I am compressed into a single point. Big Crunch week- eat your heart out, Theresa- Crushed
I collect homes, you know- you could say that- Stack up cities like clean plates, Detonate dreams along new suburban skyways. I set my mind