The Dictator Who Waits
People love to call the president a dictator. It is
Waystation
Room 12: visited the Cretaceous. Room 15: saw Earth'
no-one
Eventide
She says she's waiting for her daughter to
Chronos
They compare scars from wars that haven't happened.
Sunset
Originally published as Substack note on December 5, 2025.
December
Yellow Sky
I cut Econ 101 to day-drink with classmates at
Bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce. Arms hold me. I see over the
Quiet Apocalypses
Everyone forgot how to sleep. Silence spreading like weather. The sky slowly lowering. Clocks running backward, just slightly.
Endings without explosions. Catastrophes so gradual they become infrastructure. The world doesn't end; it quietly transforms into something unlivable.
Proximity
Reflections practicing expressions independently. Baby monitors observing parents. Shadows arriving home exhausted. Family photos revealing someone cropping themselves in for decades.
Horror derived from closeness. The familiar watching back. Domestic spaces where observation reverses.