50 poems

Here they are, laid out in the chaotic order i envision them now, in the raw. Years--literally years--of work, of writing, on the cusp of release, about to breathe.

Looks like a February release date for the collection-as-yet-untitled (accepting suggestions). Bit of a pity; as a Scorpio, Aquarians are most difficult to get along with. Kidding, kidding, kidding. We'll manage.

Watched a pigeon drop off the cliff of a building yesterday, catch wind under wingspan, thought: first step of flying is to jump.

Oh, holy fuck.