Purgatory in Philadelphia: Purgadelphia
I fly standby, take my mother to Maine. We see Acadia, Tyler Childers, and Purgatory….
Fostering My Relationship with Chaos
I am asked what my dream job is, I defend flying standby, I eat ice…
“Space in a city is different”
A poem written about my first few months living in a city.
Two Truths & a Lie
Two Truths & a Lie. Read about the time I went Skydiving.
“Do the right thing”
I get stuck at my kitchen counter laughing at a single instagram reel, write a…
The Epilogue That I Ripped Out
The epilogue, ripped out from They Won’t Apologize for the Mess by Xine Rose
Buying a house, prepping bowels, and the airline industry: gold stars all around.
The last few months have flown by, which is a mediocre pun if you know…
Pascha turns out to be pretty rock’n’roll.
I am invited to Pascha. I am promised a great time. All expectations have been…
Life’s a shit show, folks.
Standing up, means standing alone. The validation isn’t coming, honey. Life’s a shit show, folks.
A PVC Heart
A Poem.