I'm sitting here in my soon to be prior apartment, on my parents futon from 1998 (which is very nice and solid wood by the way), cat cuddled on my lap, a crocheted blanket my mom made me for Christmas between me and him, Single Drunk Female season 2, episode 1 on the TV in... Continue Reading →
My Poetry, 2015
I wrote a lot of poems in 2015. By no means am I a poet. It is not something I pursue, but something consumed me during this time. I soon after began a collaborative art zine that I ran for 2 years. But for today, here are those poems and the images I paired with... Continue Reading →