i still remember the musty smell of the attic and my hands getting cold while recording this song. i drove down three years in a row from Boston to Philly for the winter solstice to be with one of my best friends. we wanted it to feel like…
#singersongwriter #folk #originalmusic

No matter how good #AI gets at #poetry it can never stop me. I write to understand, to feel, to be. Even if the algorithm floods out all the human poems in the world, I will still be here at midnight hunched over this table scribbling, squeezing, hoping to make a bit more sense out of this miracle.

There was a café I saw in Korea called "I still hide you in my poetry" and I think about that phrase a lot

Seeing if I still feel the same way about this one. #poem

How does this app work? I’m new here.

Compost Religion

I believe in compost religion. More beautiful than the black plastic bins where my compost currently resides, but just as stark -- brown dirt and worms at the gates. Particles of a million things that once were, headed to what they soon will be.

Oh, abundant afterlife, Oh.

#poem