Depression, grief or hollow relief? The same voids hide under every new leaf. I’m so stuck on seeing meaning and purpose that I can’t stop believing that everything’s worthless, so I’m pumping on the feta like a dead man’s chest, pumping out the brine in the hopes of what’s best, that life is just my… Read more

I live in the snow belt, and many of my neighbours put up marker sticks along their property lines to help the snowplow operators know where the line is in deep snow. This morning while walking the dog I discovered one of them had the brilliant fucking idea to put little red flags made out… Read more