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Necrosisamnesia
This lyrical essay examines the disorienting experience of an immigrant navigating identity amid pressures to assimilate.
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Necrosisamnesia
This lyrical essay examines the disorienting experience of an immigrant navigating identity amid pressures to assimilate.
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Family History
An exploration of biracial identity, the body, and drug abuse.
An Ant In Socks
I’m sure it means something. It must mean something.
Beef Boy’s Bad Day
A little robot named Beef Boy is having a very bad day…
Schopenhauer And The Swearing Parrot
A fable of will and pistachios.
Bees
A lyrical meditation on extinction and complicity, from an unnamed witness who becomes both cause and echo of ecological collapse.
Case Study: Left Arm Dysfunction
A cyborg tries to get mechanical care for their robotic arm.
Got This Rat Problem. . .
A true slice-of-life moment involving a French bulldog, a rock python, and a highly aggressive white rat who upends the household hierarchy…
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Hâ‚‚O
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Acknowledgement
An exploration of the mathematics of sex in social terms.
Fascists Verbing Noun
Three poems written in a form intended to embody the absurdity of writing an ode through a fascist lens. To inhabit the ideology in poetry rather than react to it, writing it for what it is – destructive dehumanizing nonsense.
Did I, did I err again?
The rhythm of cascading mistakes, and celebrating doing exactly what you just said you weren’t going to do
Paper Boats and PolaroidsÂ
The day before the levee...
The Fool (0) Feral
Dream-eyed girl
From The Void
Ominous & surreal.
Fragment From F****’S Recovered Notebook On The Activities Of Northwestern Inhabitants
Using musicality and tone to explore the pacific northwest.
dropping a load on abbey road
abbey road changed the beatles, and the beatles changed the world, so if I change abbey road…i change the world
Temps Retrouvés
Who says No second spring?
The weeds still bloom
A quiet yet powerful meditation on forbidden love.
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5 Aussie Reads
“Visitors … could be forgiven for wondering why we are so pre-occupied with questions of identity...
The Glamorous, Immortal Nostalgia of Miss PiggyÂ
Dedicated to Frank Oz and Eric Jacobson. “It’s because I’m a pig isn’t it? … I did not get...
Mary Oliver’s ‘Her Grave’ and the Bittersweet Joy of DogsÂ
Grief, in these days where the sun is low and white, hits like the snow tires of a heavy Ford...
What I Learned From Seven Weeks Without My Headphones
I’ve always been the type of person to have a constant lull of music, always playing from...
Vulnerability in the Time of Indifference
The kids are afraid of feeling. They, for whatever reason, have an aversion to showing any sign of...
In Defense of Wendy Cope, Gary Soto, Roisin Kelly, etc.
Writers are dearly in love with oranges. They’ve found metaphors in bits and peels, even in stems...
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