Gwen
@penofgwen.bsky.social
Punster. Wordwright. Artist. Reader, Crafter (knit, crochet, embroidery, polymer clay, jewelry, learning felting and leather). Bi Enby, femme presenting. Socialist humanist athiest. Chronic pain survivor. Twisted mixter. Dog mom.
I claim to be a wordwright, but sometimes the rite to write rightly fails, lacking in that moment the knack to crack out quips or cracks of the wise variety. And now I entertain, myself at least; I can't contain the flow of /logos/ anymo'. The strain would constrain, I maintain, the train of malaise
November 19, 2024 at 2:33 AM
I claim to be a wordwright, but sometimes the rite to write rightly fails, lacking in that moment the knack to crack out quips or cracks of the wise variety. And now I entertain, myself at least; I can't contain the flow of /logos/ anymo'. The strain would constrain, I maintain, the train of malaise
Too many crafts, too little time. And dog hair in all my stitches. Wouldn't have it any other way!
November 15, 2024 at 7:02 AM
Too many crafts, too little time. And dog hair in all my stitches. Wouldn't have it any other way!