February 2024
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Burlap Cubicles
I feel like a potato in a potato sack. Covered in coarse, rough, Burlap. Continue reading
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Mayday Mayday Mayday
Modern-day knight in iridescent Kevlar, riding on a red horse, veiled and obscured. If the fires don’t kill him, then the cancer will. Continue reading
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High School Reunion
I’ve been getting into treasure hunting lately. Dumpster diving and bounty hunting too. Continue reading
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The Grass is Always Redder
A poem about my commitment issues “I’m a man panning for gold in the river. Sifting through dirt and pebbles And fool’s gold So much fool’s gold.” Continue reading
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Breadcrumb Trail Through Time
I’m convinced she is magical. You can tell it just by looking at her. Like it’s some kind of “aura”, or “energy”, emitting from her. She’s the most stereotypically “witch-like” person you’ll ever meet, and if you don’t know what I mean by “witch-like”, you will having seen her. It’s uncanny, and blatantly obvious, just… Continue reading
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The Constellations Between Your Freckles
I hope I get the time, To name the constellations I draw between your freckles. Continue reading
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Props on a Stage
I want to live in a destination. For touring tourists and passerby. Our house a little speck in the wrinkled corner of any postcard you could buy. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 