"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.