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Thank you so so much for the stories, I haven’t been able to put the book down all afternoon. You’re a legend!

I just got this as Etsy feedback. I AM a legend, aren’t I?

My Etsy. The Particular Item That Was Bought.

First writings. Hope I can keep it up!


The amount of people who drive cars!

I am a teacher, and I live just ten minutes from my school. I see high school students through tests and poems, and I try and get them to think for themselves. I figure, if I could learn to do it, these kids can learn to do it. Regardless of how many of them actually do, I have to stay optimistic about it.

Optimism is the key. Without optimism, the outside is dark.

Three days ago, I was given a promotion, and then I was given a raise. I was made to believe that the raise was separate from the promotion, that the raise was mandatory, and that the promotion wasn’t, but wouldn’t come with any extra pay. Free labor.”

New book finished tonight. Expect it up soon, hopefully tomorrow. I might even do a giveaway! I’ve always wanted to do a giveaway!

Done and done! It’s finally up and pretty with some nice pictures. It’s only $1.50 on the Etsy, get one now, it’s in COLOR! Sick printer, bro!

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Halloa, everyone! Did a ton of printing this morning…well, no, not a ton, but I printed a few extra copies of Dark Nature, which I haven’t printed in awhile. Tossed ‘em up on my Etsy shop. I spent like 4 months working on these 5 poems and 1 essay. You should get one today, you won’t be disappointed!

Here’s one of the poems:

Rafflesia Avifauna

The plumes of a lamented chickadee
mottled, though bright, are
a shade of alabaster,
He will not sing

I bend to the bird on the ground, wishing to
cradle his pygmy, mangled body,
Tug at the fledgling and find
roots already crept into his bones

His body nurses a nosegay that blooms
a bouquet through his chickadee skeleton
the pollen, treacly, dizzies my head
I leave him to the florets

Spendin’ the whole night printing and binding. Orders sent out tomorrow [hopefully! (I’m lookin’ at you, Susan!)]!