“Space in a city is different”
A poem written about my first few months living in a city.
Two Truths & a Lie
Two Truths & a Lie. Read about the time I went Skydiving.
“Do the right thing”
I get stuck at my kitchen counter laughing at a single instagram reel, write a…
The Epilogue That I Ripped Out
The epilogue, ripped out from They Won’t Apologize for the Mess by Xine Rose
Buying a house, prepping bowels, and the airline industry: gold stars all around.
The last few months have flown by, which is a mediocre pun if you know…
Pascha turns out to be pretty rock’n’roll.
I am invited to Pascha. I am promised a great time. All expectations have been…
Life’s a shit show, folks.
Standing up, means standing alone. The validation isn’t coming, honey. Life’s a shit show, folks.
A PVC Heart
A Poem.
Dropping the Ball and the Ball Dropping. Is there even a difference?
I talk about New Years, about being tired and staying up late regardless. I talk…
A renegade publication: how to bind & trim a fantastic beast.
For my birthday, my mother-in-law surprises me with a really great gift. She gives me…