To anyone who voted for my poem “Starshine,” thank you!

I’ve grown roots in my bed.
And as my mind and body continues to rot,
I hope something beautiful
Will sprout from the cavity in my chest.

I don’t want to create a place where you’re not comfortable. If you want to talk, I am here. But it is not an expectation. This is as much your creative outlet space as it is mine. Don’t let me be a bother.

Am I surprised that Taylor Swift was my top artist on Spotify this year? No. No I’m not.

What a gorgeous, nearly full moon we have tonight.

“Last Cigarette” by Mothica and Au/Ra has no need to be that good.

Happiest birthday wishes to you, B.

Mossy green eyes to yours of rich brown soil;
We embody the earth on which we build.
We’ve planted seeds, watched them sprout.
Our forest will be full in the years to come.

“Oh it’s been a year now / think I’ve figured out how / how to think about you without it ripping my heart out” - If the World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels.

There would be a full moon for you today. Happy Birthday, B.