[“Powem” and picture by Scout McPain]
Once, sitting with a woman I was embarrassingly in love with, I’d felt something brush my elbow. Radiating through my body, waves of warmth and sunlight battered my internal world but left me sitting still. I looked over and these feelings drained out of me like a smashed bottle. I had been touching her bag.
[I don’t like writing bios, or telling people my age or name for that matter. Currently I enjoy spending days at a time outside, sharing music and words in the darkest and brightest places I can find. Presumably alive at the time of publishing,
