Not All That Is Moons / 830 (reflects in starlight)

Not All That Is Moons (reflects in starlight) / 17 x 6 / Cut Paper + Pencil

Untitled #439 / the edge of the known universe

In a moment

the grass was cool

I heard your heart beating

Just me and you and the moths

in the darkness

our thick hands held fast

in the lack of light

ill-defined movements released chlorophyll

clouded thoughts of the view on the hill

couldn’t see over the mountain

for the sunsets contained therein

wrong or right in the fading light

the glass separates 

and dissipates

even in this

faded place

painted on nothingness.

Everything you’ve left alone

will find you in the trees, all things with wings and this,

this sphere as quiet as a ridge in an abandoned in another time

A hundred thousand leaves will cover it

and the majesty of memory will smudge the rings

of its edges, and like all things

you will come to rest…someday

because.

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My Gay Agenda

 'My Gay Agenda' - by Steve Paige Davis

I just want to pull my weeds,

and have some 'grass'

And fix my gate(no hate),

take out the trash.

Pay my fair share.

Fix up my brakes.

Donate to the park system,

And break out my skates.

I just want to scritch my cats,

Cut saturated fats,

Watch my Sinners DVD,

and sip martinis on tap.

But I'll be damn fired up

If I have to be liable

For the crap you keep spoutin'

From that BS bible.

Your children aren't you,

They're brand new people.

Let them be free from the hate

That comes from your steeple.

(alt verse)

Even trans people know

this guy is wrong

Couldn't even get a decent bridge

For his hateful little song.

Copyright 2026

*inspired by the dillweed that got up and 'sang' the anti-trans song during the Kid Rock halftime idiot fest.