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a summer of sorts from the second floor
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a short comic
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on chronic pain, moldy fruit, impossible language, and erosion.
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drifts, desire, and a run in with ghosts.
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a roundup: what I'm reading, watching, talking, laughing, loving, breathing, fighting, f*cking, crying, drinking—um—
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on want & the spaces we recognize ourselves.
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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…
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missives from my notes app
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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…
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footnotes on touch
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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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on birthdays, cherries, and old poems for new lovers.
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