“I dreamt — marvelous error! — that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.” – Antonio Machado
For the bees, workers, crafters of gold, and for the blues, whose many a day has consumed me, I dedicate this site to you both. The seed must sprout from darkness; and so it is that in the depths of winter, I plant my seed.
This is a sight for full fledged experimentations, and some tried and truths, for writing and creating. I hope you enjoy what’s to come.
honey & blues 