I’m a darkly whimsical troubador

Born and raised in the shadow of purple majesties, schooled and educated next to fields of amber and tall green stalks.

I’ve got a punk rock soul
threaded into my folk heart

And that is the beat of my writing.

There is nowhere I won’t wander,
no busker I won’t pay–
tribute to the minstrels
that started it all.

“Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”– Duke Orsino

 

 

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**Not all the images of this blog are my own,┬áIf I could find the artist/designer for all of them, I would and attribute their work to them. If you find an image of yours please let me know and I’ll give credit where it is due** My contribution here is the words, and the feelings.