poetry
Alone at the Goth Show
Another one that should've been a NaPoWriMo.
Albi
I’m a queer-for-short Black American who is doing their best.
poetry
TT: two failed NaPoWriMo Candidates (and one that isn't)
But at least I tried! What I Did In 5th Grade Wrote on the periwinkle paper I begged my mom to buy: passed notes to the boy I called the r-word + his mangled last name* but still confessed with Alanis Morissette lyrics then used a bathroom pass, an excuse
social media
TT: I Miss The Cookout
It was The Cookout, an invitation-only Black-centered social media... hang on, let them tell it.
poetry
Love in the Future Probably
In this world I keep you in a tablet, And one ill-fitting case Sends you down the hill Your eyes blinded with no memory Of how we got there My fingertips uselessly sparking nothing On faulty plastic/glass/alloy In this world I will fix you Form-fitting, with
blog inventory
For Those That're New Here
We're just bringing you up to speed.
blog inventory
200th
"How do you do it?" she asked. "How do you put yourself out there like that?"
napowrimo
oh shoot
:)
napowrimo
2 Weeks
Walking Without a car, I picked up my walking stick and got going. What else was there to do? That's just how we are. My parents did, my elders do, I was raised this way Whether it's leisure or what must be done. If he could
poetry
"re:"
(or try– same thing)
blog inventory
Aren't We Back?!
And remember when I said I didn't like Ghost? Well. Turns out, I hated how WordPress kept being a PITA even more!
slice of life
Roman Empires
You ever wonder what wandering Albis think about when they have nothing better to do and actually don't feel like reminiscing or fretting over things they can't change? Ever wonder about my Roman Empires? If it isn't silly fanfic ideas, what occupies my mind?
git yer paws out
transitioning the site and whatnot
