illness, lost time, and the eddying of self.
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August 2022

a summer of sorts from the second floor

June 2022

a short comic

May 2022

on chronic pain, moldy fruit, impossible language, and erosion.
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March 2022

drifts, desire, and a run in with ghosts.
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February 2022

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

January 2022

on want & the spaces we recognize ourselves.
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…

December 2021

missives from my notes app
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January 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…

July 2020

footnotes on touch

March 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…
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