Poetry
Listen, some of these aren't bad, but this is more of a uh, spiritual practice than something I'm looking to "get published" haha.
- Broken Oak Casbiardne This cold short oak in morning
- wildfires like water breaks the cup's edge
- 7-11 When he arrives at 7-11, I hope six people hold him down
- Compliment There they walk
- Extended Sonnet I could probably count the ways I love you.
- Erasmus after a long walk around the world, he picked up his pen.
- Late November like a garden after killing frost
- Scraps Cleared calendar, one leg hung over the couch's edge.
- Reams Thirty six dreamers
- Seven Days Sunday drifts, aimlessly patching flat blue
- Trip "Jesus! Fuck!"
| Title | Opening line | Lines | Year |
|---|---|---|---|
| Broken Oak Casbiardne | This cold short oak in morning | 4 | 2026 |
| wildfires | like water breaks the cup's edge | 8 | 2026 |
| 7-11 | When he arrives at 7-11, I hope six people hold him down | 5 | 2026 |
| Compliment | There they walk | 8 | 2026 |
| Extended Sonnet | I could probably count the ways I love you. | 21 | 2026 |
| Erasmus | after a long walk around the world, he picked up his pen. | 8 | 2026 |
| Late November | like a garden after killing frost | 12 | 2026 |
| Scraps | Cleared calendar, one leg hung over the couch's edge. | 13 | 2026 |
| Reams | Thirty six dreamers | 11 | 2026 |
| Seven Days | Sunday drifts, aimlessly patching flat blue | 7 | 2026 |
| Trip | "Jesus! Fuck!" | 11 | 2026 |
Nothing matches those filters.