I have been a little quieter here, and I appreciate your patience. I have been hammering away at We Are All Dead and Ghost Nocturnal. We Are All Dead comes out Sunday, and there is an audiobook with over thirty extra pages, a road trip at the end of the book, and then there is the book itself. Some poems will also be on Spotify soon. In short, it has taken a lot of time. You will also have to keep your eye out when reading this book because a separate font highlights when it isn’t me talking. It is him. _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ _ _. In time, you will come to understand. This is much more than a poetry book; it is much less than one, too. Some of these poems end almost abruptly because they felt as if they had to end. This is pure feeling and gut instinct. They also end too soon sometimes because that is what death does. Anyway, here are a bunch of sneak peeks and unused material just for you. Thank you for being here and sticking with me.
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