what you look like

it’s a sort of culture of inclusion 
and safety 
to be allowed to be free 
without worry of being judged 
or scrutinized for…

The Last Psychotic Run

Out of dope, bunkered in a shady hotel room

The Risks of Playing in Nature

Poetry

Youth’s Reflecting Gaze

Hybrid prose poem

Ten days

Ten days have passed since my vision of reality was shattered into pieces, since I was left with the wreck, and the spark abandoned my eyes.

parasitism

A poem

hello again,
it’s me — 
and i’m longing to talk
(to you)
could you find it in your heart,
to open…

It doesn’t really matter

that you have nothing to say