Writing

Writing

In the list below, works available to read online are linked.

With her last breath, she said, “I didn’t expect the arrow to feel so hot. Interesting. I’ll be back.” She died, and her body just sort of dissolved when some nearby graphene bubbled up, rolled over, and digested her…

Poetry

Wondering as I walk which rocks are gneiss / and which are not, I see a beechnut on / the ground, halved, two-chambered like / a shotgun, and it fires on me twice

Headcanon is a safe place to indulge in denial. To take into our hands a wonderful but broken world, and hold the mess to our heart and patch it up.