flag on the wall

Fistfuls of flag to her shoulders

Jeans

My best kept secret lasted nine months

the long, pale dawn

Should I think myself to inaction, I will be a dead bot by morning.

Flourish

(this is the faith I put in my brutishness)

marigolds

what makes you get up in the morning

punks and poets

a love letter

to make you well

shall we go to the forest?

Oh June

june, for real, come on

an honest sun

three things all the wise fear

Field Guide to Odd, Jungle Things

freakish creatures are naturally unembarrassed of moss.