The ghost of my brother dwells here.
Autumn shadows chill with rain and melted frost.
Silence is Alaska's gift, but she can kill you.
The compass points south toward New Orleans.
A decadent world of freaky, fractured, fairy tales.
Polarizing politics buzz in the ether as I simmer, scented stock.
I'm coming home every moment.
Arriving to help.
Leaving to change. That's what I got