A magnificently honest rendering of low self esteem.

This is cute. That is all.

The first real poem I ever write, will be in skin.

All that is gold does not glitter; all that wanders is not lost.

“Do you give the equine its strength?” Job 39:19

Old age and wisdom will always outdo youth and skill.

Fallen things are built again.

Your Wolf spent the week at a writer's workshop. His FIRST writer's workshop.

In which I discover a place that i've always known, but never all.

A message to Lamar Sorrento and the Wolf