Windowpanes: a poem

Windowpanes, purple elbows on those windowpanesSoggy condensation bubbling upunder thick white paint.Cracking, coldfresh, black mold. Windows, under pain of death,I will not tell a lie.I can’t see the sky for the rain,can’t see the rain for the drips,or the drips for my foggy breathcaptured like cataracts on the glass. If I knew how to stop being... Continue Reading →

so you want me: a poem

So you want me, huh? You want the ear-splitting silence? You want the shaking hands, the vacant stare? You want your stomach squeezed into a walnut, your feelings amputated until there’s just one, your vocabulary and the thoughts behind melted and dribbling away? No, but I won’t close my eyes. Spit and holler all you... Continue Reading →

You Promised: A Poem

I was promised I’d grow out of it, or grow into it. I traded the Teenage Dream™️ for lonely walks in the misty woods. Just me and the holy and unholy ghosts. Day in and day out I cried and beat my breast. The woods hooked my heart and asked me to come with them.... Continue Reading →

Inktober Inks! Batch #1

Here's my first batch of Inktober drawings. I've been better able to keep up with the prompts this year. Not perfectly, but better. I've also been having a lot more fun with these drawings this year. Instead of thinking about what people would like to see me draw, I've decided just to draw whatever my... Continue Reading →

Inktober and Scaretober

Hey all! Long time no see! Monday is October 1st, and that means the beginning of some of my favorite writing and drawing challenges. There's Inktober and Scaretober in October, and NaNoWriMo in November. For those of you who aren't familiar with Inktober, it is a challenge to produce 31 ink drawings during the month... Continue Reading →

Return of the Teacher: A Necromantic Scene

“We can’t keep running like this,” said Phren, out of breath. “We have to stop her. You’re a necromancer, how do we stop her?” “I have no idea. This isn’t some lost soul in the wilderness. This is a rotted goddess!” “There’s no hiding from this thing,” continued Phren, “and there’s no throwing it off.... Continue Reading →

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