atlas was here.
if you ever want to look for me, i'm exactly where you think i am. the old house is exactly as you left it, if you look past the thin glassy dust that got left on the surface. if you're not afraid to stick your soft hand into the rotting cabinet you might still find... Continue Reading →
it's looking cold more than it’s feeling cold, these days. forget free-form writing, forget talking and thinking, all i have is moving with your eyes closed and tearing things open with your teeth. and the flashbacks, i guess, but that’s a whole other thing. it was fun though, wasn’t it? yes. it was. you know... Continue Reading →
(This was a piece originally published for the University of Melbourne's People of Colour magazine, Myriad 2018. Check it out here.) Ignorance is bliss - well yes, it was. You were someone who didn’t know about the ways of the world at all. You sat at home in your own little world and didn’t let... Continue Reading →
Altern House 