June 29, 2021
Rot in hell, you old bastard. Also, happy birthday. I hope you choke on a piece of cake and die.
June 17, 2021
Spiders, cicadas, millipedes, butterflies…they’re always locked in a life-or-death struggle, but they’re much more innocent than we humans.
May 30, 2021
Some pretended not to notice the violet walls. Was huge already. An ungainly sprawl, renovations grafted onto renovations. But construction crews always labored.
March 24, 2021
I am alone now, but I was alone even when they lived here by the thousands, so I am used to the experience.
November 23, 2020
“Oh, Nothing” will forever stand out in my oeuvre as the first piece of my writing to receive print publication. It is also my least favorite of everything I have written…
November 12, 2020
Every life ends, Samuel, so your average plonker spends theirs in fear.