Thank U Earth For Leather & Fur & Sex & Pottery & Laughter & Rain & The Lilac Bush & Hay In A Field &

Today's children don't know what it was like when half of your photographs would turn out with demonically glowing red eyes.

Backyard #5

Oil paint with palette knife

11x14 inches

Thank fuck for testosterone. Every time I have to refill my prescription I’m terrified something will go wrong and I won’t be able to get it. But luckily just a slight hiccup this time. Testosterone is secured

Solstice, 2025 Analog collage, digital layout

until i see more love for trans men who don’t bind i’m not going to shut the fuck up about it

“whispered ‘mississippi’s’”

learned to count thunder on my grandparents’ porch

the whispered “mississippi’s” separating the miles

in between lightning storms to home front

tongue to sky to taste raindrops

before sprinkled upon the cement

(like the first blood i spilled)

and coating grass blades with dew

as well as the buzz cut i carried through elementary

when puddles meant being splashed by rubber boots

and not onto me by careless traffic

passing through cityscapes

wet socks are different when being asked for

rather than being forced to have under an umbrella

yearning to run through that yard yet again

may 9, 2024

Backyard #4

Oil paint and palette knife, 9x12 inches

from a 15 minute write using the prompt "advice to your younger self" (july 29 2023)

[Text ID: take HRT. take the world against your hip and listen with one ear, listen for the spot where the grass dances and go there. /End ID]

𝟺.𝟷𝟾.𝟸𝟻

~I'm gonna keep on dancing~