daisy’s last poem
It was with eloquent larceny that he gained my eloquent heart. He snuck inside with pernicious claws, easily removing my brain and beating organs, replacing it with liquid nitrogen and…
This Part is for Her
Weeks ago, I went back to the city I was sad in for two years. I was terrified to set foot on that red Cedar soil, especially knowing I would…
Be Prolific Series: Latoya Rhodes
You know it’s going to be a good interview when you ask the woman you are interviewing if they prefer actor or actress and their immediate response is, “Fuck yeah,…
self perception and cookie dough
There was an errant spot of ice cream on the tiled kitchen floor from the prior week spent laughing and drinking cheap wine around the kitchen island. They had sat…
Be Prolific Series: Chris Bodily
It’s interesting to be someone associated vaguely with the art world. You end up seeing people time and time again, circle past each other in your own groups, sharing a…
while I was away
Hello, my lovelies. I haven’t been on here as often lately but I promise there is a very good reason for that. Here, let me show you. I finally finished…
for the alive
True story. The other morning as I washed the sleep off of my face, I noticed my neck in the mirror. The delicate flesh just above my collar bone was…
lay me down tonight in my linen and curls
Last night I plucked the moon from the sky and shoved it straight down my throat. All this time they’ve told us it was made of curdled milk. It was…