• At twenty-two years old, I’ve given birth to a website! What a beautiful baby. The baby is premature and very malleable. I’m still figuring it out… there are a lot of ideas that I have! I will teach the baby how to look. What kinds of fonts, layouts, and systems the baby may don, I’m…

  • when i’m left to my own devices i stare up at the ceiling blanket to my chin and watch my peripheral … i’m kept entertained with the flashes of brightness from your computer … before that i simulated the womb inside the blanket and tried to remember what is familiar … at some point i…

  • you write like memories and blurry stars in the sky colors bleeding, colliding glowing on impact you write like ripples ripe with its unknown source you are a mysterious sweetness a world you are i follow your invisible lines you are vibrant in fog, i find you in everything

  • Your scent steeped in my bedsheets I inhale, craving Filling my lungs with unwavering fire Eyelids squeezed shut Your name in my mouth Exhale, releasing Conjured the feeling of your steady gaze meeting mine Uttering, gasping, grasping onto your ghost The firmness of your touch Leaves me senseless, flushed I remember the pool date Your…

  • the joys of familiarity like to hide in monotony and a lack of progress but if you stop(!) you will realize this sooner you’d rather do the same old thing than nothing at all