|| PEN NAME ♡ Vex ||
|| PRONOUNS ♡ He/Him ||
|| PROFESSIONS ♡ Teacher, Swimmer ||

"Might the trees, if writing their own poem, look at us with pity, instead of the other way around? So uprooted, so meandering, separate, skimming the soil's surface, shielding ourselves from the night, our heavy limbs unresponsive to light wind. Lacking in fragrance, unvisited by birds, nothing nesting in our hair. Dying so young. Yet the trees, if we allow them, will enfold us in their grounded grace."
- Brindusa Burrows

Things you should know before following:
•  Love is love
• Trans rights are human rights
• My body, my choice
• No human is illegal
• Black Lives Matter
• Disabilities don't need excuses
• Mental health matters
• Normalize therapy
• No kings
• People over profit
• anti-MAGA
• Harassment isn't humor
• Furry and Therein safe

Currently Writing: Under Lock and Key
Currently Reading: A Court of Thorns and Roses
 
Come and stay awhile, the stories won't read themselves 🪽