April 10, 2023
Tiny Dancer

There was a fantasy that would enact itself, constantly and clandestinely, in the back of my head at the age of 11 or so. Instead of setting foot in the girls’ locker room, to the accompaniment of brash pubescent voices and taunts—or the vast green field, which lay between crowds of stone-eyed middle schoolers and […]

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April 8, 2023
The Haunted Closet and the Bathroom

Transcribing a dream days after the fact is never an easy task. I remember only that this dream seemed important enough for me to recollect, except now it stretches and permutates, as if it’s trying to fit the changing landscape of my thoughts, which will never fail to prioritize new distractions. This dream is a […]

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April 4, 2023
My Akashic Record

To live in the New Age is to live in a devotion that hinges on self-deception. If you believe in the concept of a separate self, that is. ** So many things get lost when they fall through the sieve of memory. So many occurrences that were once notable, that required recollection but are now […]

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March 21, 2023
A Spell for the Evolution of Consciousness

The necessary ingredients: A cast-iron cauldron Fresh pure spring water heated in a cast-iron cauldron Bay leaves Cinnamon Myrrh Willow bark Dragon’s blood incense A lock of one’s hair The words “Once upon a time…” This spell is best done by the light of the waxing moon, within two days of the full moon.   […]

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March 10, 2023

Do I have to talk about fear?   I mean, really…that’s such a rude question. Naked in its directness. Maybe that’s why I felt the need to get up and search for my missing earring. I mean, I definitely had to charge up my computer, but the truth is, in the past hour or so, […]

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March 1, 2023
The Him

I think he might be the one who’s going to save me. I’m 29 years old and I have shit for brains, apparently. Or I just drank all the Top 40s Kool-Aid that lulled me into closing my eyes, letting my long eyelashes fan against my cheeks as the shadow of him sprawled out over […]

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February 22, 2023
My Friend Slobodan

My most recent creative project is a slender book called The Three Jewels. I didn’t write it in order to heavily market it, but to offer it to my dear friend, Slobodan Dan Paich—a brilliant visual artist who also helmed a cross-cultural arts initiative known as the Artship Ensemble, whose mission is to offer broad […]

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February 12, 2023
New New Year’s Resolutions

It’s true that anything can be a weapon And anything can be an unlined face  Turned up to face the waterspout of a clear sky, Of an unclouded Sun. Anything can be beauty. I want to write about mold in the sink And the sadness that allowed it to bloom. I want to write about […]

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February 3, 2023
What I Wish I’d Said Instead

Resist the urge to check your emails. Even more, to answer. Let the water cistern remain unfilled As the shower emanates sulfur from the well water And you bathe in the essence of the primeval. The foam from your fancy shower gel Will calcify into a dark film in the porcelain tub— Let it;  this […]

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August 3, 2021
Laughter Unlocks a Door That Invites Us Into Living

It’s the Fool card I select, over and over, every time I get tired of the residue of tea leaves at the bottom of my cup. Tired of swirling the detritus to sculpt it into a shape that approximates meaning and familiarity. Into a clear answer that inhales and exhales within the murk. I don’t […]

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