Content warnings Bereavement. Grief. The house was cold but with the memory of warmth, the air reminiscent of what remains when an embrace has finished.

Content warnings Death of a pet. “Lorcan!” Nomi’s voice trickles through the black void. Far away and thin. I grasp onto the threads and

Content warnings Death. Grief. The shuttle dropped us at a fenced-in pad on Third Avenue and jumped up to take an ugly bite out of

Inner Worlds is a project that means a great deal to me, and I’ve been so grateful for the warm welcome that we’ve

Content warnings Disorientation. Brain injury. The walls of his bedroom swim away in a rippling inhalation. The off-white paint is swallowed by a shimmering wash