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This poem isn't about literal lemons but we know what lemons might look like.

Written 4/3/2024, a poem that came a from a recent visit to a dying mall.

Written after a particularly bad coughing spell.

A poem about two tucked away leaves.

As of the time I wrote this poem, my grandmother is hospitalized for an illness. Mentally, I'm preparing myself for the day she doesn't come back home.

Frankly, with all considered, dreams are for children. Some are meant to follow their dreams, while others aren't.

I had my own "King Triton" to contend with

A menstrual poem

Written 5/25/2023, a poem born of despaired musings about what the US has become or, rather, what it continues to be.

My musings on Hurricane Helene and her aftermath.

No, I won't explain it.

A poem about potatoes, written 4/11/2024

a butterfly poem

No, colors don't come back.

A poem about my mother and few related musings.

I caught a kitten, today.

To put it candidly, if I were rich, I'd likely go to Switzerland to depart this existence.