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Throwback: december 7th 2024
“My Relationship with Touch” It’s rare I see the lunge coming– my problem is that i’m always surprised that someone wants to make contact with this form. With me. But I register the new…
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Mushrooms
I do not want to write a pile of shit. I write a pile of shit and then despair that maybe I’ve forgotten how this whole process works, or if I’ve ever known in…
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Burying A Dead Bird
When watering the flowers this morning, I came across a dead bird. I must have gasped, and whispered something stupid, But I definitely stared and stood. The only thing more frozen than me was…
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Spinning Out With Marc Maron
It’s almost midnight- I might explode right here, right now. If I don’t write something now, I’ll die. Or burn to a crisp. I feel like I’ve been wasting potential to a biblical level,…
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Ghosts: December 17th, East london
In many ways I think my true life goal is to weasel my way so deeply into someone’s life that I am indispensable. I had to google this to find the exact word I…
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Fat And Thin Popes
A throwback piece, March 22nd, 2025 Pope Francis died yesterday- my mother comes in from work and the world, and I’m knee-deep in a screenplay that has taken me three months to beat down.…
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Alan Alda/My Body
Tap Dancing, mormon improv, and body dsymorphia Alan Alda/My body Dove had been taking an improv class. I was fourteen, and I remember it was winter, because I had been walking from lesson to…
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The Fox piece
The Wastepaper Basket takes a walk through London The past few days I think about not coming back from my walk. It’s December in London and I hate it out here, making lazy loops…
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