Children of Ruin by Adrian Tchaikovsky
while reading some massive space opera, smh considers (aged 38) it might be time to think about starting a career
while reading some massive space opera, smh considers (aged 38) it might be time to think about starting a career
aptly reading a newly-translated piece of German modernism about the horrors and impossibility of life only existing at weekends
accidentally, i am almost a revolutionary
half of a crime novel
a gorgeous chapbook kicks off POETRY MONTH
another hagiography on Baldwin as scott packs up his north american life
a big book about mushrooms that are magic (not magic mushrooms)
but sharks are evil, right?
accidentally read a right-wing novel; thoughts about returning to work mid-pandemic
i read some local poetry
great little essay i read while distracted by shitty work
the emotional cost of working in high end catering












