Poetry of the potty-mouthed, stream of consciousness variety. My lyrical landscape is in no way as majestic as Buddy Wakefield’s, but his poetry (and path) made me want to let the words spill out into freedom. Some of the most shameful and shitty things I’ve ever felt end up in my poetry, but my poetry is always written when my soul is shrieking out at me to just ‘be’ and accept where I am at. So take it as you will, growth is not always pretty.
To My Loves
Just For You
For two... My men... Once More
Puzzling Prize
I am a fucking woman!
Supersissypants
Swim fucking fishy, swim
Dear UsGod/God...good god!
Calculus
(shit) - Love and stuff
Placenta Humanum No
EDD
