We weep
For at the tundra of dreams
We are freed
Recent posts
and you weren’t there
Maybe the library was a god who died without my belief to sustain it—or, my belief plus my proximity because I’d always believed
met you at your word
So I never spoke to the sea god again though I did journey through the water’s veil thrice more, once, blindly, to a raging ocean
a silly poem about minecraft
Don’t take this world for granite, the villages say, but that stone’s sunk before, they’re stoopin’ low as bedrock for the fun. Down in the deep dark under the flower bed, we be pushing daisies ’til the creepers turn in lazy, then we stir up bones in the shadows of the oaks, torching our swords…
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To Herald a Dawn trilogy
Pretty poetry
My stance on generative AI
Articles on autism and writing tips
Graveyard of Lullabies/Death Magic Duology
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