PROSE & TEXT

words help me process the big feelings — about grief, a meaningless and ephemeral existence, my dissatisfaction with late stage capitalism, etc. they also help me express those brief glimmers of conscious effervescence. i use sensory language and small details to ground my language in the present moment.

i’m still figuring out the best format to share these works. does anyone still read poetry books anymore? if so, i’ve got a lot of freeform prose and some blackout poetry.