It’s no surprise the French have 17 words for surrender. Hopeless, existential romantics either say nothing or too much. May my silence echo in your mouth where my name used to be. Or at least, that’s what I imagine hopelessly existential romantic French people say when they’re dreapeau blanc-ing on someone they might’ve loved once.…Read more Soumission
Anorexia
PSA
Some of us spend our lives living in a crime scene. Here are some things to remember: It wasn’t our fault if our body went limp and we never fought back. We’re not a terrible awful person if we can’t sleep, can’t look at our own face for a few years, can’t eat, can’t stop…Read more PSA
With Love
Dear Tribe, Remember forever ago when I started writing a book and kept saying stay tuned? I’m happy to announce, today’s the day I can share the results of that journey with you! https://videopress.com/v/1MJzTcB4?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Born in Providence is a raw and supernatural exploration of the self-abuse required for escaping American poverty, alongside compassionately intimate and…Read more With Love
Skin Hunger
Epidermal armor That’s what bones are for Some mothers don’t get to numb the pain Bleeding out Pleading in The existential ache of existing Empty forks Fucking over spacious plates Shifting the once familiar Hollowed ground Of a sacred dream We’ve yet to wake To yearn To burn scream, touch, taste, feel See you’re all…Read more Skin Hunger
Drift
Fell into Shore You fell into me Parched Water Mosely Wotta Fella Fell her Little sapling Sisters You always shit on the downtown Nothing was ever good enough Even the hole you stole Bored empty drowning Wet Bet on you Bed her down There is no current In a lake I got too tired Of…Read more Drift
Golden Slumbers
Everything after birth Bends life Like light refracting off road maps Blinding us Between moon phases Sun rises and settings In dry, desperate, dragon-clouded deserts Deaths, divorces, transplants, pandemics and whatever it means To recover from existential separation The Source From which we can never be Truly divided Shame, shadow, blame, guilt Holy redemption Broken…Read more Golden Slumbers
Font
The healing powers of water are too easily forgotten until the moment we find ourselves submerged and are forced to remember. We remember the importance of breathing, of silence, of surrender to holy be-ingness. Weightless, worryless and unencumbered by the busyness of endless tasks that devour each week leaving us little more than smoldering ash.…Read more Font
People, Please
The roots of my people-pleasing began in the lap of a pedophile not soon after an otherwise healthy child would be uttering the word no. For roughly a decade I complied with his advances because I’d seen what happened to the people around him, grown adults in much bigger bodies than my own at the…Read more People, Please
Bon Appetite
Digornio frozen pizza saved my life. The first ingredient is probably something we can’t pronounce but for me, it was an affordable, delicious way to re-gain the weight that magically disappeared when the world shut down. In 2020, I was in three dangerous relationships. Digornio gave me the strength to leave all of them; my…Read more Bon Appetite
Voyant
I looked for you everywhere Fear closed my eyes to the light So we tripped Over shadows Ripping out souls Rig her, anchor and spite Cast her out Across from all the places we know Nothing compares to those horizon lines The familiar gaze Of distant planets Jagged peaks And wet trails Don’t make wishes…Read more Voyant
Born in Providence 