A poem about a season we keep skipping.

Speaking broadly, there are no such things as personality types. Let’s find the people we’re looking for using an unusual metric.

Freedom is useful only when you have your own goals. Let’s see if I can convince you with an example.

I’m talking about the kind of freedom you use to work-play through your day until…

Poetry of sex, in the name of getting the blood pumping.

A poem examining the logic behind going to sleep in the first place.

The night is over half, and draws me down,

compels me to ritual, shutting out