listen, i’m not sure what i mean so i’m not certain what i want. it’s all up in the air now. it hovers, watching over me like a bird. a big bird. a bird of prey. i am its prey. talons reach for me and i am alone. the talons are the night. in the […]
Tag: writing
at the end of the earth, tell me i’m yours
the woman i love is going to red hook this weekend to give a talk about her book with another author, a guy named sean thor conroe, who wrote fuccboi. no gatekeeping here – it’s a book about him being a fuck boy. the wikipedia page for it flaunts his use of “bro-speak”. i’ve never […]
