I woke up this morning, an American living in Canada, and immediately checked my phone. The first thing I saw was a text from a friend sharing a link to election results. She’s the most anti-politics person I know, so I knew if she was sending me something about the...
How to be lonely in a world of 8 billion people. Don’t text back. Don’t text first. Wonder why no one ever calls. Never call anyone. Be too busy with work. Have a roster. Hold out for perfect. Be open for everyone who comes along. Fuck them on the first date and...
We are at war with love. War…with love. At a glance, this seems like a contradiction. The concept of battle does not match the dreamy gaze of the poets. But. The horror stories are adding up. The level of deceit, lies, and heartbreak that exists in the dating world...
He called me naive, but he didn’t realize that I was simply rooting for him. I know that the path where words align with action is built on uneven ground. I was perched on a high branch above him hoping he would find his footing. He called me naive, but he didn’t...
In another life, we might have been flowers. Not roses, their petals are far too strong to describe us. Not daffodils or daisies either, or any of the cultivated varieties. We would be the tender little wildflowers that dance in the fields of grass. As the summer...
I am writing this where I have been doing most of my writing for the past month – in a small hotel room with bad lighting and an open suitcase. Currently the setting is Rome, a place I swore I would never return. It was an ugly city that first time, in my eyes it was...
There is a world in which I never fully existed, one that will always be yours and not mine. Which is another way of saying that you died before you could tell me all your secrets. Maybe I am there with you in some way. In a wisp of memory you held as your light faded...
I once heard a story about the meaning of enrichment. It was about the c*ck of a god that was torn off and swallowed by a fish. It was lost forever. But as the tale goes, it is the reason that the land becomes fertile when the great river floods. Though this is the...
Do you ever forget yourself? Put differently, do you ever forget your capacity for greatness, for self-expression, for being a valuable member of your chosen community? Do you forget yourself as an artist? A thinker? A creator of new ways? If your memory is a little...
Before I go feral. Before I go make my home in a moss-covered hovel. Before I leave behind my lipstick and mirrors and stop pulling out the tiny branches that I’ve captured in my hair while running naked through the trees. Before I forget the joy of lounging in the...
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