Monthly Archives: March 2022

Today’s queer poem is brought to you by:

A party. Neon lights. A search for self-worth. Witches and dead things and the moon. I wrote this poem (or poetic short story?) about the struggle to exist in this world. “Here is for all the queer people, me, you, us. For our frustration and heartbreak, for the permission to exist that isn’t granted, butContinue reading “Today’s queer poem is brought to you by:”

When you look at this picture, what do you see?

Let’s have fun thinking about our own thoughts, shall we? When you see this image, what pops out to you first? I’ll explain my thought process when I first saw this image: the first thing I picked up on was a letter H. Then lots of letter H’s in rows, and a column. Then IContinue reading “When you look at this picture, what do you see?”

Under the skin

Today, in How I Revise a Story(TM), I felt inspired by filter words. Let’s learn about filter words, shall we? To start, here’s an…intentionally styled scene. *** She saw the shadow block out the sun. “Oh shoot,” she muttered, feeling her heart pound within her. Daisy heard the creature shriek, feeling the sonic boom toContinue reading “Under the skin”

don’t you know, we can’t handle this?

Timestamp 4:45 is when this song gets real. Not that it wasn’t real before, that’s not what I mean. This whole song is real. But when it really gets real, it…you know what, wow, look at that super fancy lighting in the thumbnail, let’s just listen to the song, shall we? We’re in SPOILER territoryContinue reading “don’t you know, we can’t handle this?”

Embracing our awkwardness

SPOILER ALERT this scene happens in chapter 11 of Kree Annihilators. Fair warning if you haven’t read it. “Yeah. Of course.” He didn’t leave. “Soooo…unrelated, about what Squirrel Girl said in the park…” Victor’s eyebrows rose. A car blared down below. “What thing she said in the park?” “Uh, the friends thing.” Victor frowned. “WhereContinue reading “Embracing our awkwardness”

a poem about dysphoria

I thought I’d try out the WordPress monthly word prompt: BRIDGE. Between my skin and my mind I’ve carved a divide friction like sandpaper harrows my bones whenever skin and mind touch on the topic of voiceboxes and internal monologues spoken synchronously. dissonant screams dreams NO dise ngage repeat, dis engage

Let’s ramble about small talk

Ways autistic traits impact my daily life #5 (ps pre-script, I found this book recently and it was super informative about autism. I enjoyed it.) Is it normal for people to know what to do in a conversation? Like, genuinely. Is that a capability people have? I know that some autistic people have a “socialContinue reading “Let’s ramble about small talk”

What do these all have in common?

Lately in my revising, I’ve spotted a tendency in my writing that I’m not a fan of. Here are some examples: Then came another fire blast as Dante spun. Reptilian-skinned soldiers in pale armor chuckled as Victor passed them, then exploded into laughter at the beady-eyed one’s story. Freezing in place, Victor could do nothingContinue reading “What do these all have in common?”