residuals.

A well-balanced collection of short poems (from late 2020 through early 2021) from a partially imbalanced author. Consider this an eleventh hour, thrift shop chapbook introduction. (Or, in layman's terms; a cheap, low risk way to get acquainted with a widely unknown author.) So, grab yourself a beer, a box of tissue, or perhaps a bowl of popcorn, and dive on in. What's the worse that could happen?