@willyraiford
Assistant editor for Gasher Press. Interested in nature/rural/ecopoetry. MFA Poetry University of Florida 2023. PhD Texas Tech 2027(?). Poems in Copper Nickel, Crab Creek Review, The Hopkins Review, Tupelo Quarterly, and elsewhere. wbrownpoetry.com
Just heard “Let Her Cry” for the first time in awhile and vividly remembered being in 7th grade and my “girlfriend” telling me she smoked a cig and drank a beer and I was so distraught I sat on the floor in my room listening to this song on repeat like I could relate
I’ll give a shit about sports when there’s a televised professional blitzball league and I can watch the Besaid Aurochs duke it out with the Al Bhed Psyches
Was at this overlook watching the storms roll in when some guy joined and unironically said, “Being this high up really makes you question the whole round earth thing, huh?” No, dude, it actually does the exact opposite
Woke up in the middle of the night to some rustling near my tent. Was promptly met by a raccoon who was sniffing my head. I view this as a kind of anointing
Home for the night and a very polite host because I am the visitor here
There’s a lot of pressure on one’s first post, so here’s some cobblers I’ve been working on