Both writing and art have felt difficult to impossible lately. It feels like dreck. Like shit. Like vomit, when I…
The ferry ride
If you live in the PNW, and particularly in Washington State, you’re intimately familiar with ferries. Squat and heavy with…
Unknown unknowns
I am writing this sprawled sideways in an armchair, feet and legs draped over the side, hot coffee in a…
how?
what does it look like, this life I want to build? what are the steps to create it? am I…
i’m here, i’m present
i’m here. i’m present. i’m present. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here.…
getting started
I’ve been negligent in my writing these past few months. Partly because of depression. Partly because of fear of my…
chicken fuckers*
*graphic content ahead* As anybody who has ever held a chicken can tell you, unless you are holding them a…
the seagull effect
The dining hall on Camp Ripper is fairly small, as far as dining halls on Al Asad airbase go. Being…
rip-its
To survive a 12 hour shift, seven days a week, we each found vices and methods to get us through.…
nyquil nights
The stress of pulling the long shifts, combined with the horrific content we were subjected to on a near-daily basis…