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  1. ten or eleven years ago, my friend ryan made large ceramic forks when he was a second year at cranbrook. i was living in california (i had already graduated) and first learned of the forks on the internet, where images of them circulated. i asked ryan abo…

  2. if i could i would make the pain go away i'd make it easy for you to hear me when i say i miss you i'd make things possible and painless and fun alas i am not god nor am i a white person so all i can do is be me while you be options

  3. amateur hour

    sleeping in was not an option, but i dreamt some dreams you may be entertaining[,] bitterness only lasted for as long as a glottal stop; i thought i knew what i was doing when i was a kid. i didn’t know that it was possible to blush through my skin tone,…

  4. it was about four years ago that i remember fearing love, then fearing it again two years after that. my words rarely matched what lingered inside of me, and i often wished i could rewind our conversations, reboot, start over. i knew that love was present…

  5. d’annam mooncake

    i’ve had a hard time asking for what i want these past few years. it might have something to do with my surroundings, which have felt suffocating, stifling, and demanding as of late. i like to assume that many people have a severe form of astigmatism that…

  6. i’m fasting with limited brainpower, yet i have learned something that might only be apparent when i am reduced to my most elemental functions. i don’t know if i can articulate it, but i know it, and i feel beholden to it now. it’s snowing, and i’m watchi…

  7. i’m taking time to cycle through the things that you don’t need to see or hear. i might be wrong, i know. i wonder . . . when i hear you, i feel weighted and buoyant, and i enjoy the contradiction btw. i like a soft stone and a heated cucumber. i like the…

  8. lion’s mane

    sometimes my dreams sing me to sleep, almost as if they are whispering a fantasy that i believed in at age twelve. i slurp my hot beverage and swap the truth for mine. watching without really knowing it, i hold onto a puff of scent that resembles tack and…

  9. let there be light

    I remember creating a blog on here about four years ago.