Yeah, pretty meta again. Also, silly.
Another poem on poetry, yep.
Some of my favorite spring flowers, that aren’t wild here that is.
Another horror/dark poem based in folklore/old stories.
A reflective poem about childhood and how we might have perceived things then.
Good morning, world. Here’s a poem I wrote to serve as a form of reminder to myself of how my mind works.
Some poetry to kick off this first whole week of August, with summer still going strong.