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  • At long last, my manifesto

    So, besides getting my blog set up on a new platform, what the hell was I doing for all of September? Well. I have been kicking around the idea of writing a manifesto for…

  • Tolerance is Not a Virtue

    I object to tolerance. When an event or place says, “we are open to everyone,” my hackles go up. When they say, “this is a safe space for everyone,” I start to feel unsafe.…

  • When I Believed in Community

    There was a time when I believed in communityafter a lifetime as a self-quarantined outcastIt was a time when I also found myselffound ideology on dense impassioned pagesand atop creaking metal bedframes, loveand the…

  • Minor annoying bureaucratic update

    Hi all, I’ve been absent from the blog for a bit. I’ve gone back to school yet again, but actually the main reason is I’m porting the site to wordpress and it’s a dull-ass…

  • Exciting Update: Publication!

    I have officially “made it,” readers! By which I mean I’m getting published in a paid journal, as opposed to my own blog and Rochester Red Star, which at least when I was writing…

  • Swill Child

    Phillip fills his fists with crispshis lips shift, nibbling, dribbling spitrisk it, win big. In his plight, find bliss. Phillip drinks milk with wild thirstspilling it, dipping his chin in his dishinsipid piggish cringing…

  • Abandon

    Blinded by the sheen of the shade in the quayold man on a curio yachtthe note of his baritone call reaching far butfalling far short of its goal:you. Mouth of sagging gums, gamey musclewailing…

  • When We Offer Support, Take It

    Originally published in the December 2025 issue of Rochester Red Star.     I had held off on republishing this piece here because I authored it under my real name, but I have decided not to…

  • Unknown Armies Adept School: Marismancy/Grindrgy

    This is an idea I’ve had on the back burner for ages. What can I say? Writing adept schools is almost comforting to me at this point. I’m sure this says great things about…