i live in small spaces and love with all my heart
March 14, 2023
Ajax Kallistrate
are we all losers here, collectively collecting at the industrial drain catch, catch- all for an economic sink hole, wholly here for a pay- check checking a disheartened screen screen- ing another offer offering another plateau of work week weakened doing dust collecting while i write poetry in front of an oil fryer
April 3, 2023
My best friend Elijah Newton and I are an odd pair. He’s a Millennial malcontent, I’m a Gen X spinster. He’s obsessed with horror movies, true crime, and the antics of serial killers. I’m scared of my own shadow. So what’s the obvious thing to do?
Host a podcast, of course.
And thus was born Deliver Us Some Evil: a show where dark humor meets the macabre and reveals the absurdity of human nature. Urban legends, cryptids, hauntings, murders, unsolved mysteries, little green men, nothing is sacred. Like a jaded coroner straight out of an 80’s detective drama, Eli peels back the white sheet to reveal the horror on the slab. I gasp and groan. I cover my eyes. He chuckles as he points out some gruesome detail, some blackly comical bit of trivia. And before I know it, I’m peeking between my fingers.
You will too.
Join us every Monday for a brand new episode of Deliver Us Some Evil. Available on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts.
always bring your best self to the table and you will never go hungry
October 22, 2022
The little golden door has let me through. It was too small at first, but I knelt to touch the handle and I am on the other side now.
March 14, 2020
i am an orphan an alien full of homelessness on this strange sound stage called Earth. ~ anonymous
February 1, 2020
life is a flywheel life is a perpetual motion machine life is a charger I need electricity bitch!
October 14, 2022
When your skull rattles on the hamster wheel and You can't tell your feet from your shoes and they Have you down for A sign on the dotted line to feed your Family a hand-me-down meal, 'cause if you're Going to survive you're going To have to make it Work, make a home, make a life when work Is home, work is life, when An honest day is honestly an Act, a head long follow through Of just enough until some fragile moment pulls you off the manic round about and you forget why and remember for whom, forget the whine of the wheel and remember a shared meal, remember that it's not the hanging of the hat but the hand in the hand, that the tunnel is only a vision and the check the means to the end of the day, that nothing we build will last beyond the graveyard shift, when you remember what it's all about, when you remember Love.
September 3, 2022
i need air to live so does that mean air is a part of who i am a sort of periodic relationship with symbiotic elements of stylistic sub luminous human consciousness still wet behind the amniotic when time's up! a fluid creek without a cause way out across the surface of a high tension wire drawn to this fish bowl soup of a life or is it all in my head?
September 3, 2022
Start with: maybe it's not about me. quiet morning ritual, open to possibility. contemplation. stillness. a deep breath, diving in to: maybe it's not about me. open palms letting go softly considering without judgement without shame radiating outward into other moments another time in a place not yet known resurfacing to breathe with you in awe and wonder maybe maybe it's not about me.
June 8, 2022
