If you came here in search of forest nudity or evergreen fucking, I am sorry to disappoint. That is not what any of this is about.
I am St Basil Z Fish. Creative rambler and curator of the strange and mostly awkward. Moving on from a fifteen year career which has left me a little less than when I started, but also so much more.
And though you won’t find the bare trees and carefully trimmed shrubbery you may or may not have been looking for, you will find something different in store.
Insecure poetry, uncertain stories, thoughts and ramblings handcrafted from thirty-six year old footprints washed up on the shores of living.
Feel free to poke around…just leave the stacks of bad choices and houseplants alone.