Author Archives: ST Martin

Of my mind. Time Out of focus, out of Sync. Time just being… Time remembering Who and Why I am, Time knowing the “what” of me. Time to be Dirt, and Dirty. To Dig my Hands into the Earth, to Turn Soil, The Soil of Me. Time to Reason out the Rhyme, Ride out theContinueContinue reading “TIME OUT”

Caught off guard, exposed, in a manic episode: a brief glimpse of the other side of me.