Cishet Boy: a poem

If you don’t tell me what women are like, I won’t tell you about men. It isn’t that you’re good “even though you’re male,” and I don’t date you “even though you’re straight.” I date you because you’re just plain good. Braver than me, kinder than them. Can’t we hold hands - can’t I say... Continue Reading →

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3 Best Books I Read This Summer

With summer comes lazy, hot evenings. And with lazy, hot evenings, comes books. Lots of books. I didn't read a crazy amount this summer, but I did read enough to pick a few favorites. And boy are these favorites worth the read. The Talisman by Stephen King and Peter Straub The Talisman is a story... Continue Reading →

comic and a little pep

  A little different kind of post today. I've been focusing on Necromantic, so I haven't done much with the Countersink kids lately. I've been playing with different art mediums, as well. I've been doing more drawing, making videos, and mixing music. I used to feel like I had to choose one thing to be... Continue Reading →

nightwish was my jam: a poem

Thumping base and opera, the talk of nomadic mystics on fire content to be shut out. Those fingers of timbre and rhythm reached through my chest and spread into my lungs. They planted seeds that grew into trees and filled me up. Included in the excluded, in the crazies and dreamers with passion eating them... Continue Reading →

Watch Me Whip: A Countersink Scene

Luis. That kid was a real firecracker. He had a way of setting people on fire and not because of his flame throwing contraptions—he could never actually set fire to anyone with those. Maybe Ashby, but surely no one else. No, it was something internal that set people off.  Seventeen years old and already he’d... Continue Reading →

Bloodletting: a poem

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, sinned and sinned. And tomorrow, I’ll sin again and again and again. Ivory fangs and fire. Kiss and burn, Forever and Ever, Amen. The body and the blood, that sweet, euphoric blood. I could stop if I was brave enough but I’m not. What am I inside, after all,... Continue Reading →

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