Content Note: This text contains mentions of abuse and suicidal ideation.
Inner tectonic shifts
This week is the third anniversary of (be)longing and only now I feel I’ve properly stepped out of the hole. lo intermitente is a reader-supported…
As the equinox approaches I go through the familiar feeling of stagnancy that I’ve come to associate with the end of summer. Something sinks, my energy…
Little ho(l)e prayers I’ve thrown the bones on the table and all I can see is languages of erosion speaking from very distinct embodiments. As I stare…
It’s Saturday morning, about 11am, I’m sitting at my new bureau with my freshly brewed coffee (I sense a piece on coffee snobbery coming up) and…
On temporary talismans