Vena Ward
My blogs
| Occupation | Musician |
|---|---|
| Location | A old hotel room, The Desert |
| Introduction | I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind. |
| Favorite movies | Stalker |
| Favorite books | Asylum Piece |