# fireplace 12-6-2025 [tag] original poetry i am cold and prone,
everywhere and nowhere
the sun hot on my skin
and fire scalding the air
and it is comfortable within. # snowfall 12-4-2025 [tag] original poetry floats on, flurries down, swirls around
as many dancers as there are stars in sky
descending heavensent angels, beautiful, bearing good news
tucked in their petticoats and powder-soft wings,
that dissipate into clear ichor as they kiss the top of hell
forgiving it with every drop, unafraid, for every angel
whose body dies in the process of seeking
that which will kill it and that which it loves
knows that is nothing is dead forever. # update 12-4-2025 [tag] idle talk I have redesigned the entirety of the writing portion of this website to be contained in this single page. Everything can be sorted via tags and is archived by date. Original writing has the date marked on when it was written, but doesn't necessarily reflect when I uploaded it. # when she died 7-31-2025 [tag] original poetry when i think about you,
i think of the first time we met.
i think i heard your voice murmur in my ears
since i was born, raspy through the speaker.
immediately, i put my arms around you.
i remember thinking how small you were.
how fragile and papery, like butterfly wings,
deceptive. the flutter was razor sharp.
i watched how you could cut so deep the hands that gripped you
the red staining them. just as god intended
i think i have something sharp just like you.
cocoons in cocoons, in bitter piano wire.
spun in turn, me from you and you
from them and they from those before.