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My hair’s a rain cloud watering the skin ’round my toes to grow mold. *** find my published books at this link

By the light, oh

deliverer sea deity it knew everything there was to know about the moon, every moon on every world

can’t let Stranger Things go

As you may or may not know, I wasn’t very happy at how Stranger Things queerbaited its audience. In the past week or so, I’ve decided to do something with my annoyed feelings. That is, I started writing a

Not sure where to start? How about…

Pretty poetry

A story on mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder

A witch, rebellions, and guilt of tyrants

Articles on autism and writing tips

Flickers of fallen people haunt this death mage