15 minute break in the warehouse graveyard

The city can't take it away from me. Despite all this concrete Hard angles Grey-white walls The wind still carries the scent of forest. Oil is nothing Once I find The undertone of flowers. All that remains may be grass, But the weeds escape to remind me. Dandelion

It's been a week, and I haven't written.

I was on vacation last week. Before, I made plans: to fix things around the house we've been putting off, to play video games, to talk to people, and to write. Before and during, I also focused on making my space feel more like "me." That

TBT: 03 Doubts

Throwback Thursday: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 15:00:55 on the VerboseTerse instance, yadda yadda yadda. Notable that this was for the write31days challenge for that year; I decided to write about my non-binary gender experience. This is from the third day, about my doubts before coming out. So far,

Wound Up: rereading The Windup Girl

I blame my depression/anxiety on top of current events, but lately I've had the urge to reread something-punk dystopian hellscapes. The Windup Girl, specifically. When I first picked up the novel years ago, it took me some determination to get through the (what I thought was at

#TBT: Yung Seabitch

2015-02-27 (It was also posted to StoriesPortal, ne'e TaleVault, but as of this posting I've been unable to bring up the site.) "What the hell did I just watch!?" I shut off the television in disgust. That was it? Is that what this... Disney.

This dream I had tonight, compelled

And still, I dream. She told me of the man Haunted by floating steps and Math, lights down for one year. How he exclaimed her to be A Victim But her age knew better; You've heard this before. We jotted down the spell and Cast Into depths, turned

A Hilarious Take re: "How I Got into Polyamory"

I did this instead of sleeping. Disclaimer: may not actually be funny. [Theater curtains pull back to reveal a tiny apartment. BF (boyfriend) and ME (me) are hanging out on the couch or something. I ignore the roaches.] BF: Hey guess what! You should totally see other girls because you&

4th

Usually I'm all about the bare minimum of setting things on fire (or fireworks), getting drunk, and throwing some beef bullshit on a grill. I was never one for all that gross patriotism with the flags and USA is Gr8 stuff, anyway. But I can't bring

Grand gestures are beyond me; instead, I'm too quiet

I have no compass... this feels South; It's towards the clouds threatening thunder And toward home. A temporary escape outside-- enough time to remember to confess as the strings soar. If there were stars, I would count them But the raindrops will have to do. Either way, I

An Outline: My Spirituality + A Hard Left Turn

"Decolonized ancestor worship." That was my first and immediate response to a partner's questions about my altar. A single candle was lit, fresh flowers and water, and the tablecloth recently replaced. It cast a soft light in my bedroom. If I felt something, I kept it