For disaster.
Take two table spoons of inadequacy
Fold.
Tag Archives: #poetry
The Velvet Revelation: Mowgli’s Blanketisms & Butt-licking Truths II
April is the cruellest month, bringing
Cruel fleas out from sleep, breeding
Memory and catnip, mixing
Dull fur with springtime static.
The Catanic Verses II
From the highest shelf they preach, from beneath the fridge they conspire. This week’s Catanic Verses deliver feline gospel, strategic silence, and the sacred mystery of Stage 4. Coveting? Sinful. Tuna? Questionable. Trust? Misplaced.
Pawlm and Purrerb included. Fellowship convened. Purring optional. Treats mandatory.
#CatanicVerses #BookOfMeow #SundaySermon
PAWMEN 🍗
Is This All We Get?
Things are never impossible to those
Who have almost given up
The Velvet Revelation: Mowgli’s Blanketisms & Butt-licking Truths
Shall I compare thee to a tuna buffet?
Thou art more tasty and more intemperate
Rough winds do shake the curtain pole of day,..
And so We Laugh
Find someone else –
To man off to.
You’re laughing but this isn’t cute
We’re laughing for another purpose.
It isn’t cute.
Dragon’s Breath: An Inheritance of Ash
The valleys of my youth are burning.
The moss is gone.
The ghosts are quieter now—
buried beneath drive-thru queues and Dragon’s breath.
We inherited ash.
#poetry #Welsh #queerwriters #Underland
Alive 🏳️🌈
This queer narrative confronts systemic silence, discrimination, and erasure—from the AIDS crisis and “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” to blood donation bans and anti-trans legislation. It chronicles a personal awakening shaped by policy, protest, and pride, revealing how queer identity is politicized, policed, and ultimately reclaimed as resistance and truth.
The Long Road
the ice in the air today feels like relief a rare december when the bite of the air on my face feels like hope and the crunch of the grass is the rhythm of my march towards you and all my poems feel half finished now and the days are dark right now, my loveContinue reading “The Long Road”
