the other side of the pond, sortof

It’s difficult to believe, even 4 months on, that somehow…against the odds…we’ve successfully relocated to Europe. To a gorgoeus mediterranean…

on both sides, water

Both writing and art have felt difficult to impossible lately. It feels like dreck. Like shit. Like vomit, when I…

If you live in the PNW, and particularly in Washington State, you’re intimately familiar with ferries. Squat and heavy with…

I am writing this sprawled sideways in an armchair, feet and legs draped over the side, hot coffee in a…

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 present. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. i’m here.…

I’ve been negligent in my writing these past few months. Partly because of depression. Partly because of fear of my…

*graphic content ahead* As anybody who has ever held a chicken can tell you, unless you are holding them a…

The dining hall on Camp Ripper is fairly small, as far as dining halls on Al Asad airbase go. Being…

To survive a 12 hour shift, seven days a week, we each found vices and methods to get us through.…