from the sacrilege series
writing
I write poetry, creative non-fiction, memoir, and experimental surrealism, from the perspective of a male survivor of childhood sexual abuse.
to be alone with myself
paranoia is terrifying, petrifying, but also seductive. it's an attempt to make sense of a world in which almost everything is illusory
I make photos and other visual art. Mostly digital. Some analog. Some both.
He steps off the path and into the trees, carefully stepping around briars and broken branches. He continues until he finds a small clearing. He looks back to be sure it’s far enough from the trail to be safe – to be unseen.
He was never really lost.
he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know
i'm not always sure if a story in the archive is a memory or a dream