Poetry.
Rhythmic fragments and verses.
Houyhnhnms
Would being more of myself mean ringing an alarm?
Beta-Blockers
Crafting in the outskirts.
Worth’s Rent
I have friends but not friends that this poem exist with.
I yam what I yam
Pride!
Much More Awe
Doing better.
Let's Say Uncle
I am willing to take the fall today.
My Poetic Fabric
My words aim to be poetic rungs, helping you through the areas.
Fresh Deal Cuts
A changing free world.
Ugly Auspices
If I could make things different.
Odd Guerdons
What happens when you are no longer reckoned with?