It’s mostly prose poetry, cathartic little kidney stones passed through the heart. It’s experimental, rough around the edges, and personal enough to use a pseudonym.
Much of what you’ll find here needs a polish or a rewrite, so I’ve corralled the presentable and mildly popular pieces below. You can find the full list under Full Collection.
Mostly Prose Poetry
- The Mother Who Sits In Her Room
- Old Soul
- The Drums They Beat
- A Simple Confusion
- Damnation for the Lost
- Desperate Lover
- War for Virgins
- Capitalist Prophylactic
- To Wander Away From Peace
- They Eat Through Your Skull
- Merry Christmas I’m Dead Inside
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