ayy all outstanding commissions have been filled (i think [if ive forgotten someone i’m sorry! just email me and i’ll hook you up]) so ive got plenty of time to do more! and a powerful need to eat.
this holiday season, give yourself the most precious gift: strange words from a sad man of uncommon cares.
here is some Actual feedback from Actual commission-takers!! i feel silly doing this but im not flexible enough to toot my own horn if u kno what i mean
i loved the poem, thank you so much!
This is fantastic, thank you so much. You do this thing in your poetry that’s reminiscent of e e cummings, that wraps breath around the rhythm of the words even on the page, and it’s so perfect in this. I’ve read it a few times and each time another moment of it arrests me, but it keeps the same anticipatory tension. It’s so cool. You’re cool. I’m delighted by this.
It’s lovely and very, very much what I was hoping for, thank you.
I really dig the poem, I’m very inspired by the visuality, especially. And the expansive reductionism. I wish I could use words to convey my appreciation without sounding facetious. Ah well, thanks, I like it, okay.
i’ve never cried over a poem before until now. maybe because i knew it was just for me? maybe because you were somehow able to capture that sense of absolute awe about space that’s like a crushing weight in my chest? not sure. but i love it. and i need to get this poem written out in fancy calligraphy and colored inks and hung up on my wall. or written very small on a square of silver and placed in a locket. i’ll figure something out. something must be done with this beautiful thing you’ve given me. thank you so, so much.
i, a Word Guy, am literally incapable of expressing in language how grateful i am to everyone who has helped me out with cash and kind words (which are nearly as precious to me right now). my situation would be so much worse right now without your generosity and support.
really. thank you.