mean lil laundry machine
The Washer Beeps Three Times transforms an ordinary household annoyance into a surreal noir comedy. As a relentless washing machine demands attention, television voices bleed into personal reflections on alcohol, creativity, loneliness, and self-awareness. Equal parts absurd, humorous, and introspective, this visual poem captures the strange mental landscapes that emerge during quiet evenings spent alone with one’s thoughts.
messy
Love Is a Messy Thing explores the beautiful disorder that comes with caring deeply for another person. Comparing love to bread dough clinging to your fingers and the unavoidable realities of being human, this poem embraces imperfection, vulnerability, and the chaos that often accompanies genuine connection. Paired with a warm noir-inspired baking illustration, it celebrates love in all its messy forms.
roam
Eyes Closed, Hands Held is a brief yet powerful meditation on trust, companionship, and embracing uncertainty. Through simple imagery of two souls walking into darkness together, the poem explores how love can become a guiding light even when the path ahead is unknown. A romantic visual poem filled with wonder, intimacy, and hope.
comfortable
Familiar explores the delicate space between longing for another person and learning to become comfortable within yourself. Through images of sleep, morning light, distant love, and quiet self-reflection, the poem follows a journey toward self-acceptance and emotional independence. A reminder that sometimes the greatest love story begins with learning how to sit comfortably on your own throne.
disdain
Choosing to Be Here Now explores the tension between everyday frustration and rare moments of clarity. Through reflections on silence, darkness, and self-awareness, this poem follows a journey from mental clutter toward peace, reminding us that true serenity often comes from accepting the present moment rather than escaping it. Accompanied by a noir-inspired visual narrative, this piece meditates on mindfulness, observation, and learning to simply be.
headlights
In this contemplative free-verse poem, The Ivory Rose explores the idea that we are all headlights moving through darkness—navigating uncertainty, healing from the past, and searching for harmony. Through imagery of roads, light, and shared journeys, the poem reflects on trust, peace, and the courage to follow one’s own path.