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.

February Snapshot

Things have felt slightly melancholic lately.

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.

My Rhymes & Records Goodbye Letter!

It’s going to be an emotional one…