creative, from the hip, my work, poetry, writing

…she’s my whiskey

I could still smell you

on my fingers

as I raised the glass

forest moss, oyster shell

hot smoke

my lips lingering

up against the rim

breathing you all in

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Spiritwolf

dreamer, writer, explorer, creative, critical thinker, maker of my own reality. part left - part right brained, often found out chasing fish, the moon, music, muse... the magical, mystical and metaphysical, art, travel, foodndranks, my pack, beauty, the light and the dark, adventures, the arcane, the strange and profane...

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