“About”

When asked what makes me tick, I replied

NOD had this tale of a band of Celtic warriors

When asked what sustained them in the midst of Christendom

They said

The strength of our hands, the truth in our hearts, and the promise on our lips

And for me

Hands, heart, and lips

All make the same reply

The strength behind my hands 

The heart that is hers

Her name, G!, bursting upon my lips

She is what she is, by her own reply

A technological illiterate finds meaning

In this new world

Enchanted by Beauty’s sight

Fresh rain brings new life

At every sight

Her Beauty speaks, an arising of my own reply

She makes me tick

Or, if I was a Fianan, in the woods, in the midst of Christendom

I’d say she sustains me

With her love

That keeps my universe

My land of magic and mythology, alive