No Good, Poems

Anyone else having an existential crisis over the kitchen sink? How are so many dishes getting dirty in the first place.

It’s time to get comfortable with our immense lack of importance.

Woke from a panic dream, tangled up in blankets with a cat sleeping on my face.

...life is but a dream.

I love finding all the neighborhood cats wandering the lawns during our afternoon walks.

All masked up with nowhere to go.

Working from home is wild, y’all.

Ever lose track of a day? I’m pretty sure that Tuesday never happened this week.

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Everyday is #caturday when you’re self-isolating. At least that’s what I’m told by our cats...

We finally bought a bath tray/desk and it’s the best decision I’ve made in my entire adult life.

Every workday feels like Monday, so I’d like to formally request off all Monday’s from here until 2021, thanks for understanding.

This is my first and while it’s shown in a Field Notes journal, it was written on my wonderful yellow Tippa S typewriter.

I’ve tried to define myself as independent, but when you’re gone it’s obvious that I’m a liar.

Our version of “spring” is very much informed by other regions mild winters.

I’m not exactly a morning person. I’m more like a grumpy person.

We have some seriously overfed squirrels in Milwaukee. They some big ole trash boyz.