on both sides, water

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

The ferry ride

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

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

what does it look like, this life I want to build? what are the steps to create it? am I … More

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. … More

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

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

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

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

The stress of pulling the long shifts, combined with the horrific content we were subjected to on a near-daily basis … More