Wordsmith, Songbird, Artist, Pluviophile, Dendrophile, Astrophile, Selenophile, and Logophile – I am defined by these words and, yet, I define these words myself.

The things I have seen, the places I have been, they’re markings on a treasure map – the next place better than the last, the future better than the past.

I’m human. I fall and I wake. I bend and I break. I speak and I hear. I breathe and I feel. I’m human – just like you.

I am fragmented thoughts and dreams that are all interconnected like threads on a tapestry, yet, somehow, remain separate from one another. My words are bloody and broken, scattered across paper and canvas, just for me. Just for you.

And I invite you, dear stranger, to step with me beyond imagination, into that place where only the wild wander, hearts full of maddening curiosity and infuriating wanderlust.

“I know you’re tired, but come. This is the way.” – Rumi

wildly and madly yours,

Brian McBride

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