Poems
The rough, raw, and mildly illegible presentation of these poems fits Zach's taste and I believe he would find this a fitting way to display them. Like the words written within the poems, like the observations Zach makes in his writings, the poem's presentation is also painfully true and hides nothing. Zach couldn't spell for shit and he knew it, he simply didn't give a damn about that. His skills and his interests were more suited to crafting words from his joys, his sorrows, and all that he observed around him. I've titled many of the poems/writings for this table of contents simply for ease of reference, most of Zach's work was untitled. He didn't care much for the surface of things, but what was inside it, what was behind it, and what comes through it.
Click on any collection to read and zoom into the original handwritten pages.
