Lovey Dovey Poem Growems

DOPAMINE DUMP

Hello gorgeous girls,

Last week, I partied it up with Mamaw and The Poop Sisters (more on that in a future post) and celebrated LOVE with my bodacious boyf of five solar returns. It was glorious and required me to shirk all writing responsibilities. Now, I’m reaping the reward by wading waist-deep in deadlines for screenwriting fellowships and job apps and wire fraud, so I must confess, the newsletter has taken a backseat this week. Don’t fret! I have some fun content from the archives for you to feast your eyes upon.

I present to you a couple love poems from the last five years. Yes, Adam is a lucky guy. Thanks for noticing.

Here’s one I wrote for my poetry class in college, which got mixed reviews from my professor.

On the Eyes of My Beholder, 2019