About • Biography
I’m a writer, poet, and archaeologist of the things most people would rather leave buried. My stage name is a warning: these thoughts were left unsupervised for too long, and now they’ve developed a biting wit and a grudge. I translate the soul’s "Check Engine" lights into rhythmic prose. While Grief, Love, Pain, and Rage are my most frequent houseguests, I explore the entire chaotic floor plan of the human experience. I treat Grief like a clingy roommate, Rage like spicy creative fuel, and Love like a cosmic prank, but I’m just as interested in the quiet, weird friction in between. I write because it’s cheaper than therapy and twice as dramatic. If my work feels like a slap in the face, it’s just me checking to see if you’re still awake. Welcome to the wreckage, bring matches; I’ve provided the gasoline.
About • Biography
I’m a writer, poet, and archaeologist of the things most people would rather leave buried. My stage name is a warning: these thoughts were left unsupervised for too long, and now they’ve developed a biting wit and a grudge. I translate the soul’s "Check Engine" lights into rhythmic prose. While Grief, Love, Pain, and Rage are my most frequent houseguests, I explore the entire chaotic floor plan of the human experience. I treat Grief like a clingy roommate, Rage like spicy creative fuel, and Love like a cosmic prank, but I’m just as interested in the quiet, weird friction in between. I write because it’s cheaper than therapy and twice as dramatic. If my work feels like a slap in the face, it’s just me checking to see if you’re still awake. Welcome to the wreckage, bring matches; I’ve provided the gasoline.