there is only sweat and flesh and a body to be lived in, and by god
i will live.
jude francis - he/him - trans&disabled poet
do not add undescribed images to my posts
do not repost my work, although you are free to use in web weavings with proper credit
all original posts can be found under #from the table, and original poems are under #offerings
i am trans and physically disabled and i write about these things often, if you're gonna be rude or weird about it, you will be blocked
my paypal is @/judefac, so if you like my work and would like to support me, feel free to throw a couple bucks my way
No. You always ask questions. What if he has an allergy to dairy or something.
Warpriest debating the validity of asking about monster traits after rolling a successful Knowledge check.
mayakovsky by frank o'hara
[id: black text on a white background reading:
I love you. I love you,
but I'm turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist. /end id]
the inherent poetry of a closed system
when you have ripped the leaves from their broken stems
and i have ripped you from your broken bones
then shall i rest
and return to the soil
from whence you came. /end description]