I wear a shirt of lies,
woven by my silver tongue.
But now it's not my size,
And by it I'll soon be hung.
I see you daftly sitting
in that crafted chair.
You yourself are knitting
a shirt for you to wear.
Please stop and hear me
stop sewing silver strings of strife.
The truth is a better currency
to spend throughout your life.
The Deceitful Thread
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Taking inspiration from history, folklore, and nature, he writes in a style unmistakably his own and always with a healthy dose of the weird and wild. In his downtime, he avoids writing by making maps, diving into little-known facets of history, making bread, or maintaining aquariums. Regardless of the outlet, one thing remains constant: at the heart of each is a rich story.