DREYLOUVRE

Here are a few galleries o' Drey-brand dread for you to look at with your peepin' orbs.

Check back, it'll change every now and again.

(Obviously nuttin' here now, y'nutter! BUT KEEP THE FAITH.)

DREY WRITES

Writing is my jam. Poetry is my peanut butter. I am the bread. Just below you'll find my most recentest write-things. See the full collection of my webwords by clicking the "View All" button just there. PSA: Line-breaks fall apart here, so make sure to click on the link for the FULL EXPERIENCE!

Game ____ Match

Game ____ Match

December 7, 2017

Sunset sets conceptually. Daydeath dawns. Decay writ large, writ regular, routine withering in the way we end the day. Stop connoting soft death under constructed beauty: lithe ghosts that float over fields of miribilis jalapa, four o’clock flowers that flex out sweet sweat and hold the night in thrall. Make it explicit: we blink, dark […]

Haiku 12/7/17

Haiku 12/7/17

December 7, 2017

Housemate’s hairs stick, plague shower floors–winter’s rain, my refuge from the filth.

364-58

364-58

December 6, 2017

364-58 The sky has called in sick. The clouds (grey) hesitate. Watch: they float, crawl, dawdle. Nearly as many NOs as DAYs.

HELP DREY EAT

Hey y'all. Keep an eye here in the future for links to places where you can buy Drey-brand nonsense and help support my terrible addiction to food and/or BEING ALIVE.

Until I have that set up, please feel free to shoot an email to dreysleeps@gmail.com if you see any art or whatnot that you'd be interested in purchasing.

Thanks for stopping by!

Cheers,

Drey