Content Note: This text contains mentions of abuse and suicidal ideation.
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