Visceral, carefully crafted poems every week from a queer poet not made for this world.
A queer neurodivergent poet not meant for this world.
Poems--first drafts, super-old ones, and everything in-between.
Every day, I write a haiku postcard, photograph it, and mail it to someone. Send me your address, and I'll send you one, too.
Poems that greet you with "Hey, look at that." Created with 100% organic intelligence.