rain against the windows
and the strong coffee
warming up my fingers
in this fisherman's house
you got me
searched the sand
and climbed the tree
and brought me back down
-a fine frenzy
what was once tightly tucked inside the cranium... all drawings and writing belong to me. copyright 2019
When I’m in writing mode for a novel, I get up at 4 am and work five to six hours. In the afternoon, I run for 10 km or swim 1500 m, or do b...
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