My name is Myles, solitary writer in a near solitary life in the country. I write about everything I deem worthwhile, love,  sorrow, joy, bravery, and the blades of guilt. My work is simple, decadent it can be at times, I confess, but only when no other possible way in my path of imagination sees fit. Poems and tales, whether of old or of modern fashion and times, I love to read, regale, and display on page. Indeed, I hope you do as well, for not many you will see here, but I pray much you will find in even the smallest length of the artistry of literature here. I welcome you to write to me, to relax and enjoy the tea of conversation, tell me what you wish, whether casual speech or critical opinion of my work, I gladly welcome all. I bid you a good day and thank you for visiting my workshop of words.