Layers

What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?

Random Set

to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru

A Bit of Nostalgia in the Basement

poor books, / I will pick you / up off the carpet / one day

Basement Warm-up

This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.