mourning my old life

So here I am, arriving at my new life that still has no solid form. I feel like
we’re all stood outside this giant egg together, waiting to see what will hatch.

𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈

I haven’t written in a while. I think in my heart, I must be old-fashioned because I write these posts as if they were letters to an old friend. Maybe that’s who reads them in my head.

Poet of The Week: Alysia Harris

“I love how all the constellations are named after Greek heroes. It reminds me that, even though immortal, they have vices too.” – Alysia Harris I came across Alysia Harris years ago. Her poem “Cab Rides & The Morning After” was one of the first spoken word poetry videos I discovered that was cinematic in style.

Creating For Its Own Sake

An insightful commentary on creating for small audiences by guest contributor Maz Hedgehog.

On Name-Changes and Branding

A few things are changing around here….

Photo Series

A series of self-portraits. Unedited.