Hi, I write things. Some of them are good. I wrote at least one of them with you in mind. Try and find it. If I did my job right, it should not be hard.

Whoever you are, know that you are not alone and we are in this together until we're not. Then, it doesn't matter anymore. The universe goes on and us along with it.

You are suffering in your own special way and for that I am sorry. Being human is a pretty tough gig when reality tends to shatter our worldview on the regular. Here's hoping that my words reflect some fractured piece and make the whole puzzle a little more put together.


The house of Usher
rises again from the swamp.
“Wherever you go… .”


A walk across town -
layers needed to survive.
The wind still peels me.


The sun’s slow rise
means a morning spent in bed.
Fuck you, Ben Franklin.


A cat by a fire
Stretched toes, biscuit body and tucked head
To be so at peace.


Permafrost runs deep
Even the sun cannot reach
No checking for change