Failures

Woe is me, obviously.

Anonymous

Anon

To Visiting Supreme Deities

you should know this if you’ve ever truly kissed

The Gods and The Devils

the broken and the menders

My Own Way

the fates have spoken / so that’s all

A Temptation

you try not looking despite your curiosity

Life Event/Shift

try to otherwise

In Bloom

until you make up your mind / to learn to fly

Layers

What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?

Free Write Overlay

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

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?

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.

Water Damage

might / watch / the Matrix Trilogy & / drink / a 2 litre

Basement Orange

… moment spent beside / the self upon which my / self wrests presented / me with such an alarm / I could not //

Back Porch Revel

It was high time / I got out of there

unorthodox: a(visual)n essay

where a mouse sees the future or a rabbit causes an earthquake to tear the ancient hospital apart.