But first, an introduction (in verse, of course):
Dear Reader
A word of warning: while I worked my way
through sentences and stanzas' slow array
to build some better bits from broken lines
I hardly had a heap of grand designs.
I write for reckless reasons, rarely more,
nor settle some uncertain soulful score,
and so it seems you'll see, when soon I share it,
alas, a lack of literary merit.
Poems
Paradelle to a Bat
Post Zombie Stress Disorder
To 2014
Why is it Love which I am loath to write?
Great Benjamin Steals Lighting
Rot
Cynghanedd-esque