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.
forrest, from your (favorite) progeny
November.
for you
I suppose this is what I meant to write all along.
Just Thoughts 