I was raised on little light

A letter from the place where the wild things are

I’ve got seven; how many did you get?

What do you mean, that’s not a rabbit?

Looking for a way out?

This one’s for you.

Meditations on a West African reading of Hamlet.

What’s that thing revolving vaguely in that big swirling pot of gender?

Let’s talk about privilege and power with nips and Nazis!

Pictures of my winter vacation on Molovempt Alpha.

The Lions wrote their gospel in stone and skin.

A sonnet about my profound lack of coolty with No Man’s Sky’s ocean planets.

Yup, the lack of choice is a feature.

No, it doesn’t come from Russia - in Soviet Russia they don’t have pie.

Quantum necromancy, baby.

Yeah, well, the important thing is I amused myself, right?

Boundaries are investments in our relationships.

More poetry from Elie Nine, the insect priestess.

Two months of printing and painting later, our Hades project is complete!

A poem about the things we left at sea.