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Quit Your Bitching

and go sleep somewhere else.

Returning home

It turns out that despite living on Merseyside consistently for 16 years from the age of 2 up until 18, I have never had much of an…

Tardes de abril

Os meus juramentos quebrados, esparramados, perdidos, incrustados nas frestas e incoerências do chão da cozinha, esquecidos. Os cantos do quarto tomados pelas teias das aranhas faceiras que não sabem que sei, elas escrevem teu nome e rabiscam verdades e mentiras pra me enlouquecer. No meu quarto o…

What To Say When You Don’t Know Where You’re From

I cringe whenever I’m asked the question, “Where are you from?” The question in itself is very innocent and harmless, however every time I hear it, I panic a little as I try to figure out how to respond. When you’re in college and meet new…

White Trash Whore

Going Organic at Home

There is no doubt that organic food has moved from food-of-choice to life essentials for a large number of early…

Countryside Childhood

Welcome to 5036 Trunk 1.
A covered porch, a tattered rug. 
A stone cellar built for a short man, our potatoes grew legs…

Paul Meany: My Hometown — How New Orleans Continues To Inspire MUTEMATH

From NOCCA to ‘Play Dead’ with…

Boo to the Post-Holiday Blues

As I write, I am two days into a huge post holiday depression. I have just returned from a two week family…

I need my home

I need my home, reset, rewind. Go buy your apartment, move in. Let Teo go, it’s taking him way too long to get here. Give yourself…