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My great-grandfather's death was the first time I really understood mortality.
Atlas is the son of Clymene and the father of the Hyades (rain makers), one of whom is called Synecho (meaning "devoted").
CW: Suicide
Based on the true story of a young boy in RI who died by apparent suicide
Dedicated to the Goddess of Honeybees
A celebration of gender and sexuality from the perspective of Norse Mythology
April 8, 2024
Total solar eclipse
If summer is to life as winter is to death, then autumn is both at once.
This poem, in which each stanza is a haiku, experiments with the idea of self-reflection as both introspective and a projection of or upon others.
An adoration of the feminine that admires the physical aspect and makes precious the intangible
A five-senses love poem
The people who love us know how to plant themselves deeply enough that they can't be weeded out.
For Dad, Tristan, and all the grease-stained, wrench-throwing, trucker-tongued bastards who preceded them
For those of us who keep our heads down, slap on a fake smile, and run the annual gauntlet of counterfeit cheer
Short praises to lesser known, but no less important, Norse goddesses
A love story told inch by inch, year by year
Against my therapist's advice, I've elected to assign blame so that I can hate someone for the way my body feels.
While I appreciate the trust people are inclined to place in me, I sometimes wish they would confide in someone, anyone, else.
CW: Sexual abuse of a minor
A promise to her, and all children like her, that I will always be a safe adult.
Arisaema triphyllum, better known as Jack-in-the-Pulpit, is commonly found growing in the shade of deciduous forest canopies.
Too often, we learn that our reality is not at all what we perceived it to be.
Self discovery at the cost of familial support
I think it is a dare, or perhaps a warning.
Dedicated to the God of the Moon
In pursuit of body-neutrality
A silly poem about a silly crush
I used to frown in every photo and hide from the camera when I could.
For Nerthus, the spirit of Earth itself
Big talk from small people
The Norns are spirits who govern the Web of Wyrd, a tapestry of all the deeds of humanity woven into the fabric of our reality.
An anthology of father-daughter experiences
Orion is one of my earliest works about the constellation of the same name.
A devotional poem for the spring goddess, Ostara
A eulogy for a beloved friend, the last thing he heard in this world
A haiku inspired by a pine tree spirit
On living with chronic pain
This poem takes you clockwise around the compass, from East to North, and acknowledges each element as it progresses.
Homage to petrichor
Alternative title: "This is Why We go to Therapy"
Who doesn't love a good breakup poem?
Perpetual pessimist clings to feeling that maybe things are reasonably alright
Happy Father's Day
How I realized I loved my then-friend, now-spouse
Dedicated to the Goddess of the Sun
A dream log of a visit paid to me by my late grandfather
DMs, use this as a puzzle in your next campaign.
People type silly things on the internet.
Denied mobility accommodations at a hospital
This poem has always felt to me as though it should be longer. Then again, it isn't, and that's sort of the point.
A summary of Vali's (Norse God of Silence & Vengeance) story, with a more sympathetic perspective
This is the poem I recited to my spouse in our wedding ceremony. It is made of all the things I have loved.
A nonsense poem written for the autistic mind.
Thanking Ymir for their sacrifice
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