A poem about war criminals and lipstick and how I keep myself sane in a world full of hate.

The earth is always decomposing.

Toes holding flowers for the muse…

Freeform poetry-prose on the grifting of UnAmerica…

Free flowing words on bones and tings…

Poetry that makes no sense to you might make sense to me…

A rant about the revolution, and capitalism ruining everything.

A strange flow of words inspired by the insanity of living in the Divided States.

poems of frustration with the world of social media.

an old hall full of history and ancient radiators