The messenger bird's hangout.

I am drawn to new journals and notebooks to the point of an obsessive and compulsive craving.

Journal Fetish

Despite myself, I looked at these blank journals before anything else in the bookstore. The other books have already fulfilled their creative potential. They are tragically incomplete and absolute without a writer.

Hot Beams, Tear me Apart

Watch his finger strike lightning
Watch the pink dust kick from his feet
The crowds a sea—but I want an eye on me
Blasts, faint hearts
What will it take, father to tear me apart?