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Tag Archives: poetry
What I Was Thinking About the Day Elizabeth Wurtzel Died
{content notes: death, grief, porn} The night before, I’d taken my bedtime meds, plus an extra half of a sleeping pill, at 8PM, in the second night’s attempt to rapidly-ish reset my body-clock to awaken in the morning. I hoped … Continue reading
PRE-ORDER a paperback copy of my new novel, OLIVER A LOVER ALL OVER
New Moon in Cancer, yes. I wrote another fucking novel! Oliver A Lover All Over is a psychogeographical exploration of intimacy and betrayal, repetition compulsion, open relationships, empathy, therapy, and art. You can pre-order a paperback copy of my new … Continue reading
Won’t You Celebrate With Femme Cripples and Other Storybooks
content notes: incarceration, suicidality, charcoal, cops, racism, colonialism Last November, I tried to go to as many workshops and panels at Naked Heart Festival as I could – these things are extra tough for somebody who is in such tremendous … Continue reading
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