a found poem
disillusioned
December.
nonexistence
Somewhere in La Fortuna, a block or two west from the city square, just left of the mural of a cheetah, there is a restaurant, a restaurant wall where the owner collects drawings from his customers, customers from all over the world, the drawings depict it all from Ontario to Israel. And somewhere among that […]
I don’t like talking about you in third person
I guess I can’t credit the Milankovitch cycles for this phenomenon.
acoustic songs are better
A poem (feat. my fish)
amory blaine (reprise)
Closure warranted, capturing stray thoughts and pasting them here.
Mushrooms, Maleficium, & Me
For those wondering where I have been this year, and for those whose hearts have also been stolen by the wonder of the natural world.
unwell
It was going to happen eventually, I guess.
fish family
Another cryptic poem about fish.
five-forty
Timely.
