AURORE | Oct 2024
I packed my toothbrush, but no underwear and no other clothes. Outside his van, the trees on the mountain blazed red or were bare. It was November now; it felt like forever since we last made this trek. He lifted his hand from the steering wheel and put it on my knee. I worshiped his calloused hands. I realized I was relieved.
Hobart | Aug 2024
He sticks his fingers into the bag, grabbing, greedy, splitting the plastic further. I take a few and hold them in my palm, like I am saving them to feed a horse or stray dog.
Talk Vomit | Mar 2025
Still, I reblogged on Tumblr: save the drums, bang a drummer!
Maudlin House | Apr 2025
You and I can establish Roku City as the new capital of New York and the USA and the world’s central hub for all things.
Pulse Spikes | Mar 2021
Up-and-coming actress Elliot Frances Flynn pens a personal essay about how the 1980s band The Smiths were instrumental to her finding love and happiness. The Smiths was the “soundtrack of her life” as she grappled with depression, realized her dream of becoming an actress, and got comfortable in her own skin.