A writer always dreams of having their work read. This is not how I pictured it happening for me, but I’ll take it.

Wooooaaah... We're half way there, Wooooaa-oaaah...

yeah yeah but what are the people with no knowledge of the matter saying?

An erasure poem from my inbox. Marketers are getting pushier this year.

FUN FACT: if you rearrange the letters of Global Pandemic, you get BALD MAN COPING 👀

If you rearrange the letters of 'social distancing' you get 'snail acting disco'

'Mask mandate' is an anagram for 'damn, mae task!' which sounds like an Irishman realizing he's gotten distracted.

Master of Illusion, 2022.

4. Air

A lovely Where’s Waldo moment in this first photo

Ty Slackjaw 🚀 for publishing my piece. Together, we can ensure EVERY desk has an expensive goblet of fountain water sitting on it.

We think we want community. But maybe what we really want is a kind of self-honesty that plays out communally. When you find the latter, you find the former too. This & other takeaways from @joinedgecity 👇 “The Poetics of Edge City” open.substack.com/pub/poemma/p/t…

Me: Sorry, my son spilled the water Waiter: No problem, I'll get you a new one Me: [grabbing his arm] Make sure this one likes sports

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you

"Consolidate" is a word that has trouble taking its own advice