And then, All the Succulents Drowned.


And then, All the Succulents Drowned.

One time, I ran from myself For so long, I forgot who I was running from, And who I was […]

Getting the dire, To be exalted Do so without, A care.

With holding, Headway on the fist For poor misgivings, Cusping onto first The recursive things, Yawning on My wrist. To […]

Artifacts of me, Are for others To unsee.

The languid opportunity, Of Wishes Is to salt the circle, And protect the Majority From want, Of less than Miracle.

Wrought remembrance in thunder, Disfigures that face Their face, Their words Ringing without sound, Revising the monotone memories That keep, […]

What have I done, As a wonder As a prickly ponder, Does not subside. But what it is, That has […]

I have my surroundings, And my neighbors too To look up at From the bottom Of the loo. Purchase prints […]

This aching sense, Inside of me I cannot, Get it out.