Caring for a Picky Eater During the Apocalypse
It dawns on you that Sara has planned this from the beginning.
Demystifying the Science Behind Boys in My Country Evaporating into Mist at Every Shutter Click.
everything sounds like the agony birthed by too much blood
The Necessity of Strangeness
The world is ultimately not made of logical precepts, nor is it only made of numbers and statistics.
The Ramparts, as Cold and Implacable as Love
You broke the rules, Sir. Hesitation is not for men like us—no matter what we feel.
The Importance of Re-Reading
The value of the most poignant or thoughtful books doesn’t decay as they’re re-read. They constantly surprise us.
In Praise of Difficult Literature
It shocks us from our complacency and forces us to reckon with murky ambiguity that refuses to fit into our existing worldviews.
A Catalog for the End of Humanity
It would be so nice to return to a simple, gentle life, but she couldn’t forget the Cold or the Loneliness. Or perhaps she could.
An Open Letter to Bakers
I make another batch of blessed buttercream, wishing to wash away my guilt since I know you’d be angry with me, but I hope if you open your sack for lunch, there will be something delightful.
The Star-Dappled Puddle: Reflecting on Poetic Practice
A poet must be able to dive into that star-dappled puddle and earnestly believe, if only for a manic instant, that they can taste the light.
Reflections on Orion’s Belt
A little light shining in the darkness should never be undervalued. In the past year, I have tried my hardest to provide as much light as possible.
Garden of the Gods
I am the desert, the call of the wind. I want to taste life, warm and finite and wet against my tongue.
Root to Sapling, Sapling to Stem
Maybe it’s these things that, despite her passing, still make me feel like we’re connected.
A Generation of Darkness
Where love exists the universe takes note. It is light within the darkness, it is making, it is a promise that all kinds of creatures can create.
The Crown of Fire
Later some would claim to have seen where the crown of fire had scorched a black ring around his skull.
You Do Not Need to Open the Door
You do not need to open the door. It calls to everyone. You’re nothing special.