These days I release these here, shareware-style, in the hope that they may also be useful to you. Just like shareware, I sometimes update them, as well as other changes - it's alive in here! You have been warned.
As well as a continual stream of new material, thousands of existing pieces lie scattered all over the place, mostly on paper. Through a vast and labyrinthine system of boxes, trays, shelves and folders they go until they prove useful and end up here, hopefully dropped into their fitting collection, where I will sometimes continue to work on them; now seeing them with your eyes; moulding and polishing them, and eventually abandoning them. Some are more fully-formed than others. You can watch this happen.
I'm not certain that a fixed order in a collection (read: pamphlet, book, album, whatever.) is sound; sometimes it feels right, usually not. Imposing this kind of limiting structure on works is a constraint I'm happy to leave behind, so here at the .org, I'll be experimenting with not only different orderings, but different ways of ordering. Code will be involved. Stay tuned. FYI, unless specified, the order is currently "most recently updated, first", mostly.
Some of the collections are also available as limited-edition paper pamphlets, though I'd prefer you didn't actually request one of those. I understand the need to physically hold a poem but, think digital paper, and be patient, pester hardware vendors. And anyway, there may be an update! Not being able to come back to a poem later, is another limitation I'm happy to leave behind. Also, I keep discovering lost pieces, sometimes large piles.
NOTE: You should probably back away slowly if you are legally considered a minor in your locale. Though there is nothing to physically stop you entering, the concepts and complexities may trouble your developing mind. Or they may revolutionize it. Who can say? Patience is always useful, anyway. And trouble can be a good thing. At any rate, you might want to ask your parent or guardian to drop in first; believe it or not, they know stuff you don't. As Mark Twain said..
"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much he had learned in only seven years.".