Home


We weep

For at the altar of dreams

We are freed


support this blog

Recent

2 Seize a sky

I paddled toward the plant-covered shore . . . so I could sprawl in the mud, waves lapping the backs of my knees. Nothing burst out of the grass to eat

name no god but silence

I wanna write a poem about the gum, drum, bubbleguppy beat drop, feel the bass hit my face raise my waist to the grace at the table say a prayer to the grave or the stable (are you real are you real?) nothing answers, nothing matters, chase the bass drop fallin’ face flop hit the…

Seize a sky

In the mountain all rains fall the same, to the water every stream builds into rivers, so they showed me if I slipped into one I could slip into them all

Not sure where to start? How about…

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