Archive - Peachfuzz

drifts, desire, and a run in with ghosts.

Mar 31

a roundup: what I'm reading, watching, talking, laughing, loving, breathing, fighting, f*cking, crying, drinking—um—

Feb 12

on want & the spaces we recognize ourselves.

Jan 28

All night, we hear the wind chimes tied to the tree in the backyard, and in the morning one could mistake their sound for strange and distant birds…

Jan 10

missives from my notes app

Dec 28, 2021

At the start of 2020, I sat on an empty beach under the stars as the waves made blue whorls in the darkness, and I kissed the faces of those next to me…

Jan 5, 2021

footnotes on touch

Jul 14, 2020

All day I hear the birds. In the morning, the streets are silent but I hear the birds. Jenna tells me which bird is which, points out the blue jay…

Mar 20, 2020

on birthdays, cherries, and old poems for new lovers.

Jun 5, 2019

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