What Comes Next

Gnarled tree roots that evoke the eye sockets and nasal aperture of a skull seep through the gap between an ancient structure and a medieval

An except from a poem written for a character with a bit of a problem in the “catastrophic obstinance” department. An icon floats in a

Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at

A lone woman walks in a confusing dark pathway, pillars and graffiti and broken glass and buildings loom everywhere around her, the light to her

Updated version with better legibility! A paraphrasing from an essay in Holy Nonsense, the words float over an ethereal sunrise, where a person stands with

Over a vast landscape dotted with trees and stone walls, a rainbow illuminates a star-filled sky. The lighting is impossible and otherworldly, in contrast with