A Dream Of Mary
I dreamt of St. Mary’s Academy again. The hallways twist inside my mind like a virus.
The Normalcy Of Veins
Many years ago, a trauma of flesh fell upon the lineage. Never once did it get cleaned. Never once did someone wash it. A wrap tied the wound, but it festered beneath that molding cloth.
Born To Be Possessed
On February 4, 2020, I attended a protest for the sexist, racist, homophobic, and transphobic pastor of Christ Church in Moscow, Idaho. Doug Wilson was hosting a talk at the University of Idaho, even though he could speak at his own school, and the talk was to be on…
The Movies
When I was in seventh grade, a boy from the eighth grade table turned, tapped me on the shoulder, and grinned. With a mouthful of food, he pressed his hands to his chest and sneered. “Do you think you would want to go out with me?” he asked, barely able…
Blood Draws
I’ve never enjoyed blood draws. The idea of something piercing through your skin and stabbing into a vein supposedly protected makes my head spin and my stomach drop. It’s hard for me to lay still when I know what’s coming. The jab, the bite, the horrible, sinking feeling as my…