BeardlessBard

What is there to say? I doubt this page will catch even a passing glimpse of some wayward cuck or fawn, let alone the goddesses that roam these boards.

For those that do, I am a beardless bard. It is truly a deplorable thing to be. Regardless, I preach (or attempt to) through words written from the fount of a pen, or lulled from the tip of the tongue. I wish to make Whitman, and Williams, and Ginsberg proud, but I'll never rise to the echelon to these titanic wordsmiths.

Instead, I am here...

because I am destitute and broken, and I like it this way. The click of the heel, the lick of the whip, the warmth of the cheek that steals my breath. They make me feel alive. So I infuse my worship into these Valkyries, because it is the only way I know how to funnel my energy.