Hi, I write things. Some of them are good. I wrote at least one of them with you in mind. Try and find it. If I did my job right, it should not be hard.

Whoever you are, know that you are not alone and we are in this together until we're not. Then, it doesn't matter anymore. The universe goes on and us along with it.

You are suffering in your own special way and for that I am sorry. Being human is a pretty tough gig when reality tends to shatter our worldview on the regular. Here's hoping that my words reflect some fractured piece and make the whole puzzle a little more put together.


Remember caring?
When being human was in?
I miss the old days.


They bulldozed some dude’s
tent out of the public park
Not how public works


Day glow snow night sky
Blizzards blow over gas stacks
Second shift gets best slopes


It’s not NBD
it’s just a survivor’s edge
Some superpower.


I am full of wholes
my multitudes are complete
They don’t get along