Anonymous asked: I am terrified of what might or might not happen after death.
[TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR LIFE AFTER DEATH]
you. abjure the clamor
of your last day sounding
back to you from over the horizon.
you are a heartbeat clad
in a suit of bone, bound in
sinew, an ongoing tumult
of blood. you’ve got a pulse
yet. press it to the earth
and listen for the echo.
we survived the long cold by
eating sin and
fever. give the myth a body
and devour it. no measures
halfway taken, nothing
more to be done; take
his hand and he will be
tinder at your touch.
i am very nervous that ive missed someone’s commission and if i have please please please don’t hesitate to email me about it!! sorry im garbage at organizing myself
ayy all outstanding commissions have been filled (i think [if ive forgotten someone i’m sorry! just email me and i’ll hook you up]) so ive got plenty of time to do more! and a powerful need to eat.
this holiday season, give yourself the most precious gift: strange words from a sad man of uncommon cares.
here is some Actual feedback from Actual commission-takers!! i feel silly doing this but im not flexible enough to toot my own horn if u kno what i mean
i loved the poem, thank you so much!
This is fantastic, thank you so much. You do this thing in your poetry that’s reminiscent of e e cummings, that wraps breath around the rhythm of the words even on the page, and it’s so perfect in this. I’ve read it a few times and each time another moment of it arrests me, but it keeps the same anticipatory tension. It’s so cool. You’re cool. I’m delighted by this.It’s lovely and very, very much what I was hoping for, thank you.-I really dig the poem, I’m very inspired by the visuality, especially. And the expansive reductionism. I wish I could use words to convey my appreciation without sounding facetious. Ah well, thanks, I like it, okay.-i’ve never cried over a poem before until now. maybe because i knew it was just for me? maybe because you were somehow able to capture that sense of absolute awe about space that’s like a crushing weight in my chest? not sure. but i love it. and i need to get this poem written out in fancy calligraphy and colored inks and hung up on my wall. or written very small on a square of silver and placed in a locket. i’ll figure something out. something must be done with this beautiful thing you’ve given me. thank you so, so much.i, a Word Guy, am literally incapable of expressing in language how grateful i am to everyone who has helped me out with cash and kind words (which are nearly as precious to me right now). my situation would be so much worse right now without your generosity and support.really. thank you.
Anonymous asked: dropped out of school and stuck in dead-end job and real scared that I'll never get out of that rut
[WE WILL GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE]
keep a guardian stone under
your tongue. an honest granite
or polished bauble. it doesn’t matter.
and it will transform your speech
and sift poison from your breath
and eat the evil from the air until
it shatters and you will look up
with a bloody smile and spit out
the curse you were born with
Anonymous asked: I don't know if I can get by on the money I'm making and I don't want to disappoint anyone.
[HAND TO MOUTH NOBILITY]
the harrowed field begets
only fear. tendrils from
the broken earth that can
choke the sun. you have
a scythe. use it. you
will not starve.
btw i am extremely proud of most of the commission work i’ve been doing- writing for someone’s benefit besides my own elides my inhibitions and self-doubt, and there is something rare and powerful about producing a piece that, in all likelihood, only one person will ever see.
dont get me wrong commission-givers are free to do whatever they want with their poems including dissemination, but the process has the resonance of a ritual exchange of gifts.
im about done with the glyph poem series although i will certainly do more as and when eliza resumes drawing em. the ones i haven’t done relate mostly to sexual abuse in a way that i feel it would be presumptuous of me to speak to. anyway this is just in case anyone is wondering why there are gaps in the series
oh my god people are being so nice to me i adore each and every one of you
i’m working on a few commissions at the moment but i still have plenty of free time to do more! don’t hesitate to get in touch.
Anonymous asked: my only thought for a career is CIA intelligence analyst im going to become the conservative that lurks under the good person that I want to be and I'm scared
o darling strays, my mongrels
whom the sun doesn’t see for
days sometimes- this is a
a senseless earth. you
will be addled and shook
and sifted and you will
only find your footing in
a litany of your parts. you have
two hands. they put fingerprints
where you leave them. you have
two eyes that can mark when
you turn from yourself.