How to be a destination
Hey, you, doing that thing you are doing! Do you remember a moment ago, when you were doing a different thing? Pausing briefly for a breath, perhaps, or walking through an already-open door?
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How Long I’ve Waited
“They told me I could come out when the sky turned red and the sun turned into the moon. Finally, I can move, I can open my eyes, and I can cross the threshold.”
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Unlikely Partners
We fight different demons
We carry the light differently
Different tools in our belts -
Take Up No Space
Hey, I made a zine! This image is from one one of the spreads, and the whole thing is one single small poem broken up onto the facing pages.
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Pierce (Inktober 2025-06)
Inktober day 6: A convergence of mishaps. Also, I am more than a week behind, and I am quite sure I won’t be catching up.
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Deer (Inktober 2025-05)
I am not here to serve any agenda at all, under the eye of anything. I am here as a creature of play, as purpose crafting itself in the current.
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Murky (Inktober 2025-04)
Do we succumb and offer ourselves as prey? Or do we become elusive and scarce, mean and jagged and toxic?
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Crown (Inktober 2025-03)
I never really decided whether this bird is an eagle, or a vulture. Either way, its contempt for the crown is absolute.
