The Return

The soft calling of birds stirs you awake again, a morning lullaby that lures you to action instead of a gentle sleep. The sun seeps into the blinds, dazzling you in streams of light. You run your hands against the orange wool blanket beside you that waits there now because it’s been three hours since […]



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SWIMMING POOL

You submerge yourself, warmth instantly wrapping itself around every inch of your skin; it's like shedding a layer, emerging clear and bright.


Art Movie

The train stopped, still loads new passengers, but the conductor won’t let me get off and kiss you. You know that’s what I haunted to do.


A Comic Year

There was a period about three years ago where I cried pretty often. I wasn't sad. In fact, I was my most happy. It was almost daily over podcasts, good stories, a full moon; my heart was open. I felt it all. Then I fell in love with Sam and hardly ever cried.


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Holding Patterns

I do not fear strangers. Everyone in the world exists to protect me from disaster I can sense but not perceive.