The gaming website that had this article is no longer online anymore so I wanted to add it here, to my website. The below was penned in 2012, way back when I was a young journalist! Everybody has memories that we all cherish and hold dearly to our hearts. Some people have voicemails from years ago. Others have...

I’ve always been ineligible for residencies. Either I haven’t published enough, I don’t have enough professional contacts in the industry to give me letters of recommendation, or, well, I just don’t publish that often, which immediately disqualifies me for severely competitive residencies. I did attend a few writers...

Mood: System Overload (Cute Variation). > WELCOME TO ZORK: DISABILITY EDITION (v 2.4) > Copyright (c) The Universe Is A Glitch. > All rights reserved. No visual drivers installed. Audio/Haptic Engine set to MAXIMUM. > BRIEFING You are ROBERT. You are a white Level 30 Mage of the Written Word with a constitution...

Where Home is Not Safe. writings on Domestic Verbal, Emotional and Physical Abuse Edited by Judith Skillman and Linera Lucas ISBN: 9781476683928 Description Even if you haven’t been hurt by domestic violence, someone you know has and wishes they could tell you about it. Perhaps you are a therapist, teacher,...

Mood: Feeling like an archaeologist of breakfast foods. Also, smug. If a wealthy racialized friend asks me to dinner—I say yes because I am poor and I need all the luxuries I can get. My country hates artists more than cockroaches, so I have no poverty pride at all when someone far wealthier than I says he will pay...

The world always has a unique way of slapping me when I least expect it. Things go really well, and then, SMACK. The universe has plans for me. I can't decide if spirits read Sightless Scribbles and my life is a tragic vat of content they love to consume, or if they have joyous fun making sure things happen to me...

The world always has a unique way of slapping me when I least expect it. Things go really well, and then, SMACK. The universe has plans for me. I can't decide if spirits read Sightless Scribbles and my life is a tragic vat of content they love to consume, or if they have joyous fun making sure things happen to me...

Mood: Tired. Ranty. In need of a hunk of a man to bake me cookies so I can stress eat. There is a specific, suffocating hell to a conversation with a leftist who has decided that voting is a moral failing. It feels like trying to explain the concept of "drowning" to someone who is standing on dry land, criticizing...

Authors note. This little something was supposed to bloom into something else, but it never did. Still though, I think it captures a moment, which is equally as smashing! We slowly draw closer in the enveloping blackness. My porch light illuminates his questioning, but oh so eager, face as we draw closer, collapsing...

Mood: Firery, cozy, and currently plotting the overthrow of capitalism via Romance tropes and cookies. I have a confession to make. A secret that sits in the center of my chest like a warm, purring cat. I write Fanfiction. I also read Fanfiction too. I have been doing it for years, under a handle that has absolutely...

Mood: Firery, cozy, and currently plotting the overthrow of capitalism via Romance tropes and cookies. I have a confession to make. A secret that sits in the center of my chest like a warm, purring cat. I write Fanfiction. I also read Fanfiction too. I have been doing it for years, under a handle that has absolutely...

Mood: Intellectually combative but wishing I could have a masculine man hold my face. I was listening to a literary podcast the other day—a mistake, usually, as they tend to discuss books that don't have an audiobook version written by people who wouldn't look at me on the street—and the host let out a long,...