aftershocks
The Message
The Message (revisited, villanelle)
The Message (Alt. Villanelle edit)
Thinking back to a year ago, it's hard to wrap my head around all of the...
Bright Lit Nights and Days Without the Sun
Can't Believe I'm Writing Poetry About Pickleball
What Am I Doing (Another Attempting At Serving a Sestina, Another Pickle Poem)
Practice Prompt: Haiku about early mornings
Practice Prompt - Tornado tearing through a small town
Sunday After Sunday (Draft)
Sunday After Sunday (revised)
Reassembly
Borrowed Sunshine
(Borrowed Sunshine, re-imagined for spoken word)
Birthday
“Sanctuary’s Echo”
Him (A Ballad)
nahhh, reformat. That felt cheesy.
Sleep, you slippery midnight sprite,
Write Through The Block
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