The Widening Gyre

I can’t stop thinking about who is silenced and who is doing the silencing, about who is and isn’t heard.



From the Archives: The Observer’s Cage

Of all of us, she was the most tied to the telescope. It had been her idea. All these men and their obsession with disk size. A thirty foot disk, a sixty foot disk, a hundred foot disk. Part of her genius was to imagine a different shape: the wide fragile net.


To Ruminate, Begin Here

You’ll never truly know and will always be left wondering. Return to 1 for other realities.




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From the Archives: Sluts

“It’s blowjob never blow job. ATM is not where you take money out of a machine.”


a bunch of balls with smiley faces on them

#That(baby)Girl

She’s too young to pronounce digraphs!


Cover of FALSE PROPHET which features a large bold font and a large bold image of a chihuahua.

Excerpt from False Prophet

My mother’s death had punctured some hole in me that drained all my confidence and joy. Everything felt wrong, so I did nothing, backing out of meetings with producers, retreating from every door success opened.


Image shows a detailed close up of a small light brown bird in flight, with its feet tucked close to its body. The feathers in its wings and tail are spread wide, and its face is angled towards the camera. It has a small black eye and a light brown beak. The background is a greyish white sky with bright green leaves in the bottom right corner.

We Were Singing

not dead but being embalmed; we were singing the whole / time – out of key, nonetheless, but singing