1 min readSep 12, 2019
When I was ten, my father died. I played army in the apartment complex, where I lived with my mother. We built forts in fields and under plywood. I may have been writing then, but I think I liked being outdoors.
When I was ten, my father died. I played army in the apartment complex, where I lived with my mother. We built forts in fields and under plywood. I may have been writing then, but I think I liked being outdoors.
I work in photography, poetry, fiction, criticism, oils, drawing, music, condo remodeling and design. I am interested in catharsis. Savioni@astound.net.