I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
A Tracemarked Existence
Each family is its own brand. Built on morals - just try to make as many people smile as you can - and philosophies - there are two types of people in this world, Smiler. Followers and leaders - and values - 3, 2, 1, love you, bye, love you. When parents come together, CEO’s of their own empire, their stamp on the world is not a product, but a person. In ink and blood, in anguish and ambition, their child is trademarked by their genetics, their upbringing an 18 year long marketing campaign. And they cost as much, too.
- Top Story - October 2023
A Side Effect of Overthinking That Nobody Tells You AboutTop Story - October 2023
At 17-months old, I got diagnosed as an overthinker. No, really. Less than a year and half old, and I was already talking the talk, but I was too afraid to walk the walk without carrying my baby activity bouncer with me.
Writing Down the Bones, The Flesh, The Blood, The Being
It occurred to me the other day that writing is not like anything else, ever. It’s like nothing else we’ve ever encountered as a species, and yet it’s the culmination of everything we’ve ever done, thought, accomplished, spanning all of human history.
I’m Sorry, But I Think Your Phone is the Worst Thing About You
Your phone’s in your hand again, isn’t it? What’s your background like? Somebody you love on there, I bet. A photo of a holiday maybe, or a celebrity. Perhaps a quote that inspires you. I like when we use our phone’s for good.
The Kitten on The Wall in a Warzone
TW: animal cruelty. There’s a tiny being screaming for her life in Kherson, Ukraine. No bigger than palm-sized and clinging on for dear life to a damp crevice in a wall, a bright ginger kitten is seconds away from drowning in this darkening world.
- Top Story - September 2023
How to Move to a City You Don’t Want to Move toTop Story - September 2023
Three weeks ago, me and my soulmate moved home. Though sometimes it feels more like a wholesome Air BnB owned by somebody who has pinched all of our belongings and filled it with our existential innards, rather than “home.”
The Huntress and the Enchanted Tome
I’d just killed a man, and I wore his remnants all over my huntress tunic. Shredded, as though his claws hadn’t been trying to kill me, too. Blood-soaked, both mine and his, as though we were tearing away our layers so that we could get to the soul, vulnerable and exposed, and slice it apart.
I've Had Enough Now, I've Paid My Dues, I Want a Job I Care About - What is There Left to Lose?
Do you ever feel like all you're doing is working towards something, but that something is at the end of one of those spooky corridors that just keeps getting longer, further away, no matter how far down it you've ventured?
- Runner-Up Place in Ode to Ordinary Challenge