A limerick for reclaimed slurs
When I was an AFAB kiddleMy identity fit like a… Read More »A limerick for reclaimed slurs
Poetry Has a Shape
My Favorite Color
Heart’s Ease In the spectrum of visible lightHues in array… Read More »My Favorite Color
My Apologies to Mr. Lear
Honestly, Some people! There was an old Man on the… Read More »My Apologies to Mr. Lear
A limerick for 7:30 AM
Every morning I wakeHalf blind with my neck in an… Read More »A limerick for 7:30 AM
Optimistic in Summer
Young, we dream of ethereal lovers; Meat, and sweat, come… Read More »Optimistic in Summer
Ice Age of the Heart
Lyrics are not complete as poetry. They are created with… Read More »Ice Age of the Heart