Layers

What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?

Free Write Overlay

because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow

Random Set

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

Escape

It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release

Outsider

what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?

Traced Poems While Sick

Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick

Wednesday Night

who cares / what thinking / matters when making / matters most?

From a Hopeless Romantic

As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh

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.