358 West End Ave (Thursday Doors)

What is impossible can stil be imagined–but what is it exactly that I am looking for?Pots of gold at the ends of rainbows?Not that—I want something unfamiliar to explore. I call to the ocean, looking for moontides–sky sails to carry me into my dreams–Why must my thresholds be so recognizable?I long for a portal to … Continue reading 358 West End Ave (Thursday Doors)