The photo that started it all. Taken from a bedroom window in the Lakes District, UK It didn’t start with the camera. It never does. It...

It didn’t happen all at once. That’s what makes it so terrifying. There was no singular law passed, no dystopian regime, no camera drilled into the center of every ceiling. What happened instead was slower. Quieter. Cultural. Algorithmic. We turned ourselves into witnesses, into judges, into brands. We learned to perform—and then forgot we were performing. And somewhere along the way, the surveillance state didn’t need to grow stronger. It just needed us to keep watching each

A story of two people, one myth, and the ache that lingers when gods grow quiet. A shared delusion, born of trauma and longing, woven...

Back in 2013, I scribbled a list into a cheap Beatles themed notebook. A list of rules. Life rules. Survival rules. Philosophy rules. It...

A dream that shouldn’t have to be a dream (and what we can build right now) If you removed the budget caps. If you lifted the policies...

High school was starting, and I was a mess. All I could think about back then was finding a soulmate. I met my first real girlfriend,...

Strange days are here again. Seven years. That was the line I carried like armor. Seven years sober. Seven years of saying “no,” of...

The words are out in the open now. Not whispered in think tank reports, not hidden in policy drafts, not implied between lines of speeches — spoken plainly, with applause in the halls of Quantico. The new banner is raised: defense is dead. Defense is no longer. War has taken its place. We are told peace is not the mission. War is. We are told pacifism is not caution. It is “naive and dangerous.” We are told lethality is not a grim necessity but a calling card. And we are

Some poems arrive as fragments, but others arrive as seasons. This one came in three. At the last section, is a blog post separate but...

I have thought of sealing the cave, letting the torches gutter, burying myself under stone and silence. I have thought of hoarding...

I wrote before about wanting to be wanted back. Tonight I write from the other side of that want— the place where the porch light still...

It was never going to take long. The gunfire was still echoing, the grief still raw, and already the script was waiting. Not from the fringes this time, not from anonymous accounts stitching lies together in the dark corners of the internet, but from the podium of the White House itself. A statement polished to a blade: blame named, enemy chosen, cause declared. “Unhinged crusade.” That’s the phrase they use. Not grief, not inquiry, not even hesitation—just crusade. As if cri

It starts quietly, like so much else in this country now. An order slips across the wires, sudden and absolute: every general, every admiral, every senior commander above a certain rank must be in Virginia. Not a request. A command. Rearrange your missions, reroute your flights, leave your posts. The world will wait. And they come. Hundreds of them. Veterans of old wars, survivors of deployments that stretched decades, men and women who have buried soldiers under too many fla

I have carried this feeling my whole life— a wet coat across the chest, a tightness that doesn’t loosen, grief without a funeral. I have...

It keeps happening. We’ve seen another shooting. This time, two ICE detainees are critically injured, with one dead, in Dallas. And already, the same war machine is turning: press conferences, buzzwords, declarations of war. A shell casing marked “ANTI-ICE” becomes the proof of an ideology. A name. A face. A photo. A post. That’s all it takes. The script is ready. But dig even slightly beneath the surface and it slips. As Ken Klippenstein has uncovered , Joshua Jahn, the shoo

They’re not curing autism. They’re trying to erase it. The Trump administration just took a dangerous step: they’ve officially endorsed...

We didn’t talk much that morning. Just sat there, watching the sun catch the road like it had a secret to tell. It’s funny—when I was...

The Trump administration has now confirmed the worst of the rumors. In a sweeping set of announcements, they have officially endorsed the...

Some stories don’t end in triumph. Some don’t end in reconciliation. Some just end in silence, and the decision to stop carrying someone...

I still remember the boy who spoke in storyboards and starlight, who built worlds from wonder and dreamed of saving them. I don’t know if...