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My people grant names based on where we are sent, so here I am upon Earth, the magnificent paradise -- Terra Augustus Utopia!
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It is 1945, and 1961, and 1968, and 2024, and 2045, and today, and tomorrow, and forever.
A letter in Fae, transcribed and annotated.
To writers, it is a question of mechanisms.
I wonder what it feels like when you shed your fruit.
Chalchiuhtlicue, how do you forgive us?
Regarding the Witch Clock's second edition.
It only works when it's something important to you.
Skincare can only explain so much.
I want to take you where I'm from, but it doesn't exist yet.
Another short collection, and a digression about community.
A poem about reality.
When we praise the posies that pierce the pavement...
Or, "Who looks through what eyes?"
Regarding my least favorite term for vanishing twin syndrome.
I'm not one of the good ones.
Questions toward a more loving tomorrow.
...in the US Joint Forces.
Poems read at Annie Bloom's Books
Collection of poems from a local performance.
I have a recurring dream set in the decolonized Americas...
Do you want to go extinct? Do you want to watch it happen?
Among my pantheon, there is a joke consisting of only two words.
Let us begin, again.
If I gave you the words...
A horror magazine's editor receives a strange submission.
Do you want to know how magic really works?
A horror story about labor, humanity, and AI.
No one has successfully prevented me from adding linebreaks to prose.
Can you overcome the covenant of profit and privation?
A *Terra Augustus Utopia* Performance
That doesn't make me special, or a main character, or anything like that. It makes me weird, and normal people make that suck.
It saved us, in a strange way. But then it had us, forever.
From Summer 2025
From Summer 2025
A bestiary of the eternal
An effort at demystification
In my dreams, I am the sky answering.
A utopian revenge story.
An adventure in timekeeping and JavaScript.
What do we really have left? What can we do with it?
How to destroy a people.
Pageantries and futures.
Maybe if they'd been cheaper...
He has nowhere to run. A decolonial meditation.
Only through faith in better can it be realized.
And why it isn't good enough.
A longer essay concerning systemic influences.
Regarding colonialism, revolt, and software.
Lessons learned through toil.
I was scared too, but I need you to understand: we won.