CRIPPLING SELF DOUBT
A recipe for anxious thought
JAKE
A Flame of Bones
An epic stew – modern outdoor cuisine for today’s working warlord
eros
it’s two am and we’ve decided / we might be God. we’ve decided
Red Light/Green Light
I think I’m straight, but I play rugby, so I must be at least bisexual, right? So…orange?
The Ice Cream Flavor Paradox
I know I always feel good in that identity, but what if I want to dress sexier for a night out with friends? Or more formal for an interview? What if I’m just in the mood for something different?
Safe
I don’t know. He never told or showed anyone. Not Grandma, not Dad, definitely not me.
Holtz Children's Hospital, 2022
I still think it’s worth a shot. I’ll think of / tulips, of Plath.