I’m still waiting on a sympathy card from my mother — There is nothing quite like driving over your father’s dead body to set the tone for your teenage experience. “I guess some psycho jumped off the bridge.” That’s exactly how my neighbor Linda said it, with reckless abandon, as she drove me to school. It was the first day back…

A very true story, except for a lie or two. Move in close and I’ll tell you the story of how I escaped the clutches of death as a child. Not too close. You wouldn’t want to scare me, would you? I’m liable to audibly gasp and jump if a…

I’ve been here before I should warn you the door leads to more doors Then to more The rooms don’t end I stayed here as a little thing Feral and forgiving When all the living stayed propped up When holiness was relative Bleach on the aspergillum I could be forgiven then When I was quiet…

The broken part got out today. Or rather, my brokenness has crawled through the sewer towards the light again. It’s always begging to be accepted, forgiven, loved, or cussed out. It wants the gold of Kintsugi. Lofty goals I’d say. The demon wants attention also. It’s such a scene when…

How do I let her know So many years have passed Is she even home Did she get my note About how I wailed I emptied my heart All my drawers All for her No more junk mail It’s quieter now How can I comfort her In that spaceship Driving all on…

I realize much has been said about the alien reveal already. Or rather UAPs and non-human biologics. And the general consensus seems to be that we are largely unimpressed. Perhaps we are too disenchanted with life in general to give a damn. The amount of things to be worried about…

In memory of the girl who saved my life. I was sitting in the lobby of my doctors office waiting again, for the worst news I might ever get. I’m usually privy to this type of news beforehand. When someone is going to die, if I’m being cheated on, or…

As someone who’s survived some very big T trauma it’s come to my attention that despite how popular true crime podcasts are, victims aren’t all that palatable up close. The world doesn’t seem to know what to do with people like me. Not in real life anyway. I can write…

Do you know how disheartening, how utterly soul crushing it is, to not be believed about the way you experience the world around you? Imagine being born deaf and some people were just like, whatever lair we can see your ears right there on the sides of your head. Oof…