We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.

Enough Of You!

Woolfinius Jackson Whürl; a romantic memoirist-poet, chronicling both the private interior and the shared human condition. His strength is not just in what is said, but in how raw honesty fuses with lyric craft.

Born to two itinerate circus gymnasts, Woolfin would grow tired of the performance life and would go on to seek quieter pastures as a painter and later a writer. Today, you will find and aging, broken man. Where once was a robust and powerful worker, now is just a sad shadow of a once potentially great man.

Wolfin is a longtime artist and writer of no consequence. Like most 'creatives' he just was never good enough to thrive and so hides behind the facade of 'never discovered'. Like a bad penny, he keeps turning up though, much to the consternation of those who know him.

Wolf's additions here have one goal: to empty his soul. With enough of a flush, he hopes to forge the voices and images into a spire of inspiration.

He dreams of living in in Nova Scotia (and on occasion, Reykjavik or Key West) with his wives, 4 children and 2 golden labs. All while tolerating a rather tedious cat. In reality, he is trapped in a placed called Dust Meridian, from which there is no escape. Ghosts will tell you this hell only releases the wise.

If you like to read and don't mind some chaos and mercurial thinking, then maybe this is for you. Love it? Hate it? Say so. Words, are power.

And the opposite of love is not hate
after all, it is indifference.


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