Annabelle Strandinthe CafeWhen COVID-19 makes everything boringAs a teenager, I asked my mother about the purpose of existence.May 14, 2020May 14, 2020
Annabelle StrandinLit UpHow to keep timeI wanted to be someone who’d bring an old clock to the local horologist for repair.Mar 12, 2020Mar 12, 2020
Annabelle StrandinLit UpHow to Spice Up a DateFeeling badly about myself without any palpable reason, I sat with my scattered pile of books. A smattering of mostly-full cups of herbal…Feb 20, 2020Feb 20, 2020
Annabelle StrandinLit UpWhen there was youYou went away. What part of me is still here?Jan 28, 2020Jan 28, 2020
Annabelle StrandinLiterally LiteraryTarot illuminates the futureBeneath the dim light of a four-stool Spanish barroom, Miles shuffled and gingerly spread the deck out before him. He chose three cards…Jan 11, 2020Jan 11, 2020
Annabelle StrandinLit UpThat Pressing Feeling by the RiverbankDarting from flower to flower, her lustrous coat illuminated by the midday sun, Colibree made quick work of each nectar source along the…Nov 12, 2019Nov 12, 2019
Annabelle StrandinThe JunctionBeing with myself on acid at Burning ManTwelve feet puttered along the path, pine needles strewn, our steps growing sluggish as the LSD seeped in (not all acid deserves capital…Nov 9, 2019Nov 9, 2019
Annabelle StrandinLiterally LiteraryYour worst 1,325 days are behind youHow it feels when someone goes away slowly.Oct 24, 2019Oct 24, 2019
Annabelle StrandinLiterally LiteraryThe trees don’t give a fuckVery, very tall trees stand quietly above the ferns…Oct 17, 2019Oct 17, 2019
