OK, so…like happy thoughts, and beauty in the mundane.

Phew, I need to come up for a bit. It’s getting bleak up in here.

Although the Warning still holds, and I’m still working on The Project, I need to back down a little, gain my bearings, write some happier stuff.

Oh, I’m all for cutting until it bleeds… but I also have to look out for myself. It’s frighteningly easy to get sucked up into poemspace and never come out; not so appealing.

I’ll try to weave a scaffolding of humor and delight to hang from while producing this harsh art.

Weird Kind Of Freedom

The government knows two things about me:
I DO NOT APPROVE OF WHAT THEY’RE DOING
and I’m powerless to stop them.

There’s a weird kind of freedom to that.
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a lonesome truth from the trail

if you don’t feel naked without a notebook
you ain’t doing it right