False Spring?
The cold won’t quit. April spits warmth, then slips back into bone-gnawing wind— sinks its teeth in again, all bite, no bloom. We talked about a garden— just talked—…
Necromnesis
By breath and bone and fleeting trace, I call you— by sigh mistaken, empty space, I call you— by echoes caught in fraying thread, by shadows drifting near my bed,…
All or Nothing
If time were clay that offered me a chance To shape anew the path that brought me here, To mould it would undo the sorrows past, Yet lose the wonders…
He Who Drowned the World by Shelley Parker-Chan
History murmurs beneath waves, slow waters shaping silently, a quiet riot of ambition, rhythms rewriting stone and soil, kingdoms softly spun, undone in echoes louder than their rise, cycles swift as shifting tides. Characters tread shadowed roads, footsteps fading, heavy with desire, edges sharp yet known, familiar, mirrors revealing clearer truths— fragments reflecting regret, shadows stretching, breaking, guiding gently by the hand toward understanding. Parker-Chan’s prose flows softly, sli…
Scanxiety and Other Updates
Took my meds and checked the chat Someone’s wife just shaved her head Someone else says, “Fuck this fog.” Missed her kid’s school thing again Marked the day…
She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan
Question: What happens when someone studies history and says, "this is cool, but what if it were infinitely queerer, significantly more ruthless, and with about 300% more emotional devastation? Answer: She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan And truly? It really works. Parker-Chan imbues historical fantasy with sufficient ambition, gender chaos, and existential turmoil to power a medium-sized dynasty. Let's face it, "destined to achieve greatness" sounds far nicer than "destined to... w…