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  • 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…

  • A Love Letter to All Trannies Ever

    I love you who look like cis men who look like cis women, you blessed shits who look like ouppy, collared, raw doggin’ the universe who refuse to wear an aspect the masses can…

  • Subjected

    She twists through corridorsquivering fingers fumble, oil-oozing tubes danglefrom her veins. She heaves,slumps against clean steel. Sedatives fading. Voice clutching. Scream rolls freeThey will find her again. Straps dig into skinsyringes reinsert, purpling fleshthe…

  • He/Said She/Said Tenant Disputes

    He approached while I lugged my stuff upstairsHe told me how many bodies he could stack in his trunkHe gave me a fake card, said he worked for the landlords.I fell through the disintegrating…