Queer Mycelium Network | a poem for Brianna Ghey
When one of us dies, we all feel it.
Books, Books | How to Read Again
These are a few rituals that I — a neurodivergent, very attention-deficient book worm — have adopted to make reading an essential part of my daily life again.
Review: “Midnights” is a Haunting Electropop Haze
Cottagecore is dead. Synth pop reigns in Midnights.
The Last Summer with my Grandmother
The ambient fear of my grandmother’s inevitable death hung over me like deep summer humidity. I knew from a young age how precious our time together was, how fraught the timeline, how scarce the memories would someday be. And all these years later, I still grasp at silhouettes of that summer and they slip through my fingers like rain.
So You Found Your Ex on a Dating App
Your virtual composite of who you want to be and what you are looking for, your “I’m a straight male, 30s, seeking short term and long term relationships and friends” — I see peppered with us, our memories.