honest questions

and other poems

Jan 29, 2026

Little by little, I’ve continued working on my handmade poetry cards. I’ve enjoyed watching folks dig through my little box of poems at open mics and events, picking out cards that speak to them personally and even making selections for friends.

Regardless of other people’s reactions, I’ve found my own comfort in creating. This process encourages me to take my eyes off the screen, re-visit my poems old & new, abandon perfectionism, immerse myself in the present moment, and focus on using my hands to make something tangible, individual, and fully real.

Here is a small collection of 8 one-of-a-kind cards, featuring original poems from my published poetry books. The following pieces explore themes of poetry, art, surviving & striving toward a greater purpose, especially amidst chaos, confusion, and decay. Transcriptions of poems are included below each card. I am selling these for $4 each, plus shipping if applicable. If you see any you would like to claim as your own, just leave a comment or message me!

You are invited to commission a custom card or handmade book on a topic of your choice by emailing me at dithyrambler@dandelionscribes.com ⚘

(And by the way, this handmade book is still available for sale!)

HONEST QUESTIONS … and other poems

HONEST QUESTIONS

what does it mean i forget
you are here? when will it end
will it last the whole year?
what month should i ask
for another chance? what
day did you say you’d ask me
to dance? what road did you
take when traveling home?
why do i break when you leave
me alone? what do i do if we’re
just passing through? i drift
into dreams and hope i find you.

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IN THE QUIET RHYME

i could spend my loneliness
shut in the quiet rhyme
of all the nights without you

pen to page
i leave my love in letters
that you will never see,
write every secret into wild life –
why?

because we can have eternity
(poetry is immortality)

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SECRET

every poet
has a secret,
at least. i’ll tell
you mine: sometimes
i don’t
know what i mean –
i guess i like
the mystery.

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DIX AND THE DANCER

otto dix
painted lady in red –
anita – found
at 29, dead –
forever younger
than i am now,
worn with the weight
of the world on her brow.
her body did burn,
consumed by the flame
feasting on beauty,
evading the blame –
cast like a shadow
to cover the eyes,
shaped by the state,
upheld by their lies.
degenerate artist
lent color to truth,
brought darkness to light,
recorded the proof
of power corrupted,
captured in time:
the monster behind
the mask and the crime.
held – honest – in hand,
the dancer stands strong –
gazing – her age
beyond all that went wrong.