Flourish

(this is the faith I put in my brutishness)

a kind poem

stay gentle

sunshine songs

naive, or all realness

I can always

Why are you force-feeding the financial system to my poet?

punks and poets

a love letter

adults

keep a sharp eye

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.