One does not discover the absurd without being tempted to write a manual of happiness.

A sonnet for my freak-show children.

A sonnet about the lucky charms we never found.

You’ve never even seen the real world.

What does it mean to be deadnamed?

Still got Bluebird on the brain - this one is about Tia Never.

All the latest ravenous maws

A poem about being bad at love.

Recovery isn’t a straight line.

A sonnet about recurring nightmares

Mostly? “Don’t.”

It’s more than just quarantine.

But WHY would you paint that…

Inside me, the forests go on for miles…

Introducing 3D paintings, portraits you can poke and prod.

What is essential is invisible to the eye.

Miiiiight be an idea to act like it.

Today's offering is a rage-induced eulogy for my Duplicants.

A family’s fatal flaw