Again, change –the art, me, you.
Tag: Words
Words I carry (to read when I’m sober)
A peril of going through the internet; you change. It rattles around the head.
I made seven breakfasts and did Sunday laundry
This is what I do on Sundays, or thereabouts.
The last piece I wrote in 2020
I think it’s incomplete.
but didn’t i promise to fall in love
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
Filters in development
This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
s:
\ ˈsmī(-ə)l \
Book Review: All Systems Red by Martha Wells
Dark humor, space shenanigans, evil corporations. Oh, and a Murderbot.
Ano nga ba ang Kalayaan?
What does it mean to be free? Spoken word poetry.
quotes in a pandemic
So we are still telling stories and we are still reading them.
jari m 