the anticipation

summertime, you're peeking at your presents!

el pueblo trágico

your magic zapped away long ago.

bring on the lunacy

the moon waxes so damn slowly!

NSFW

sometimes i wish my boss would—

when it stops raining

i will grow towards the sun.

me travel pretty one day

flight is escape. empty is wallet.

i am at least a proper noun.

why don't people introduce each other?

fear the facts

i want to believe in declarations!

art strikes back

my hands: ready as boxers' gloves.