A really old poem I wrote just as I was trying to get out of christianity, all the energy I had dedicated towards purging myself of evil and repenting went towards rage. I randomly remembered it when the election results came in. To all who are endangered by this result, we are with you. We must all rely on each other, we will get through this. It's not over yet. Wherever it is you draw strength, rely upon that. Whether that be in community or in my case the expression of rage.

Rage is an assurance that we will not forget the horrors that have been done.

The Shapeshifter's lament (an original poem)

TW gore, death, mentions of child death and abuse.

(part of this poem The Shapeshifter)

This is my poem The Shapeshifter so far. It is the title work of my upcoming poetry collection. So far it has not been released in its completion.

it will be released eventually regardless, this is just so I can gage current interest. Honk

The Shapeshifter (updated) an original poem

Original poem

I'm a Jackalope Hare! original poem by me about being the tricksome, troublesome critter that I am. Prrrrrr!!

I am also thinking of doing a poetry collection entirely about nonhumanity as I have found myself greatly inspired and deeply fascinated by the many wondrous souls I have encountered within the nonhuman community. Those who I meet here seem so very worthy of being captured within art with such beauty I wish to replicate in verse.

For context this is the shorter version of The Shapeshifter, since then I’ve expanded it.

This is the latest exert I’ve released from my novel

In the past year my health has declined rapidly. I thought people cared (they don't).

Draft from my upcoming poetry collection

Thou hath heard of cannibalism as a metaphor for love, prepare thineself for cannibalism as a metaphor for CLIMATE CHANGE

She-wolf (a poem by Morbid Midnight)