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Back North

Hey Kid, it’s been a while since I’ve been back north. Have the daffodils sprung up yet in the flower beds? Have the magnolias bloomed? Are the puddles expanding outside the window, are your boots tall enough to stomp through them and stay dry up top? Hey Kid, I listened to a Raye song, and…

an attempt was made

I started to feel a bit bad for the creature and this garden so many of them were trying to save, obviously in vain,

teenage turtles

Feelin a li’l silly, let’s mutate these ninja names, Donatello don’t tell ’em Raphael raft fell Leonardo lean cardio Michelangelo might kill angel’s glow — they were gonna raft downriver but now they gotta hike — don’t tell ’em the raft fell yet, the lean cardio might kill Angel’s glow *** find my published books…

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Pretty poetry

A story on mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder

My stance on generative AI

Articles on autism and writing tips

Flickers of fallen people haunt this death mage