Welcome to my playground of words

read up on my at-length(ier) contemplations. they’re quite amusing, if I do say so myself.

the weirdest and best bits from my Morning Pages. sometimes profound, often just preposterous.

I write poetry right after I run, tapping into that residual Runner’s High. In this format, perfection, prose and punctuation are not necessary, making the Art flow more streamlined while stretching.