Published inCatharsis ChroniclesFleshlight SerenadeSaturday, half-dead, and smiling anyway12h ago612h ago6
Published inLit UpThe Color of Certain SilencesOn the geometry of grief, queer belonging, and the ache of continuing anyway1d ago41d ago4
Published inCatharsis ChroniclesThe Wake of the HeronDreams, ruin, and the rituals we inherit2d ago32d ago3
Published inCatharsis Chroniclescheap eyeliner, honest workwhat the nights taught me when no one else would3d ago53d ago5
Published inCatharsis ChroniclesThe Bell in the ThroatA storm, a stranger, and the hour before drowning4d ago34d ago3
Published inCatharsis ChroniclesThe Litany of Halogen SaintsA poem of insomnia, artifice, and Manhattan’s afterglow5d ago75d ago7
Published inCatharsis ChroniclesThe Sky in the Vending MachineWhat we worship in fluorescent light and cheap carbonation6d ago56d ago5
Published inCatharsis ChroniclesStigmata in NeonA night sermon for the city that won’t repentMay 1013May 1013
Published inThe InterstitialThe Girl Who Wept in Train StationsAnd other incurable acts of beautyMay 84May 84
Published inCatharsis ChroniclesA Room with a SoulOn interior spaces, memory, and the architecture of the selfMay 75May 75
