ten humans asked for a poem
adding a little log from my improv poem practice
90% Figs
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from human, to ant, or oak, or goose
adding an events section at the end, please come say hello
ask the idea for what it needs
thank you all who supported me on my east coast adventure. much love and gratitude.
i’m dreamy for feathered souls
adding a new section to the inputs/outputs...
obviously in on the big cosmic joke
happy 5th bday to 90% figs - thanks for being here!
before appointments with casseroles and noise
I often find myself in a balancing act of inputs, such as reading, listening, watching, absorbing, and outputs, such as creating, writing, cooking, conversing with land and animals, hiding and seeking with self and others, playing music, thinking a lot, feeling a lot, and saying thanks.
full of life with some recent pain
happy new year y’all!
Collaborating with/in The Zone of Authenticity
like you, i’ve been found strange
one month old!
and inputs/outputs are back :)
Purgatory Junkie —a video preview!
thanks for watching :)
my new poetry book- purgatory junkie!
now available for preorder
not sure where to put all my limbs
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
Stuffing the goobs back in
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
Suffering and Scrumptious
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
The people fight about laundry and compost
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
Vivid and all over the place
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
When the moon holds the sky like a spoon
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
When space feels like a funeral
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
Where the brick is stained with bird shit
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.
Salt and Pepper for the End of the World
I often find myself reading, watching, listening, and absorbing—what I’ll call my inputs.