Once Was, Will Again

Being back in the Gwaii, I get to indulge my love of a very specific type of porn. No, you misguided children of the internet; this ‘compulsive interest‘ has nothing to do with the objectification of sex, or the construction of lonesome realities, but is instead a fascination with material abandonment. The history here is rich. … More Once Was, Will Again

So What if I Sleep?

Third eyelid falls heavy, it’s easy to close, in afternoon shadows, curled up to write prose. So what if I sleep? Is that how I feel? Like everything’s nothing, and nothing is real. Write what I mean? How about mean what I write? The world has turned backwards, and no one’s contrite. It’s two things at … More So What if I Sleep?