A poem dedicated to Teapot. Pottery made real...
Choices when standing on the edge of the abyss.
The music that feeds my soul
Putting the demons of the past to rest
Waiting with hope and an open heart
Story of the broken doll part 3
The ponderings of a broken mind
The story of the broken doll part 2
The story of the broken doll part 1
Tribute to Teapot. Les fils des lames dansent et après se sé
Tribute to my Mirror, without whom I wouldn't be here.
My journey in to the shadows
To my soul sister. I am nothing without you