scifiart

Jan
18
Invisible Helpers

Invisible Helpers

After what happened and how hard it was to get the blood out of the crack in the rental’s windshield without breaking it even more, she decided it would be best if I got a little space from The Babies.
10 min read
Oct
23
Posterized (country song)

Posterized (country song)

I was in my feelings cuz I was off that shit. But like a sugar cube on a cold metal tray I remained pure, so pure.
11 min read
Sep
27
clearpilled

clearpilled

She wants to be an artist, she wants it to be easy, because that seems like the way it’s supposed to be, post-andy warhol, post-internet, post-network spirituality.
9 min read
Aug
26
tent

tent

It’s in dreams that I found my true medium, a place where everything can be fixed.
10 min read
Jul
30
Another Mirage

Another Mirage

His name is a part of me, just like his stories. A fabrication imbued with truth. Or truth imbued with fabrication.
11 min read
Jul
14
The Grid (Part 1)

The Grid (Part 1)

Chapter 11: “The world we came from was the dream, and the place we go to when we fall off The Grid is the swirling nothingness that’s the real reality, the one that’s usually hidden.”
15 min read
Jun
22
A Beautiful Death

A Beautiful Death

You want to be a good friend and you want to be a good person but it’s hard when you like movies better than real people.
10 min read
Jun
01
Signal

Signal

We formed a straight, then curvy, then jagged line as we passed another Baby high up in a Pine tree, looking out while I was looking in, bits of poetry forming in my mind that I threw at the scene, scattered like clues for the detectives to find.
6 min read
May
17
behemoth

behemoth

The poisonous grip of the mountain is loosening, but like any detox there are feelings of grief– Now we’re exposed, there’s talk of needing protection, and of going to Mexico, where whatever money we have left will last a lot longer.
13 min read
Apr
21
42

42

How tripped out is it that it can be a day like any other when suddenly, out of the blue, tragedy strikes and nothing is ever the same again? It sends you reeling, grasping at the details of an ordinary life... I know what it’s like to be finally and firmly on the outside of everything.
9 min read