late nights, early morns:
moonlighting my way to hope
around each corner
(it rises despite
city business beating it
into a soft glow)
poetry
We Got This
Tower of Love
Duly Awarded
Words
i’ve lost too many
to gather in these tough days
since the election
The Battle Begins
Hike it Out
Bleed Purple
Wake Me Up
we’re trumped by nightmares
flooded with daymares each dawn
for the next four years

















