Ronaldo was uncertain if he ever assembled himself only to immediately reassemble all the bits and bobbles a moment later. … More
A solitary fiddlehead shot through the vast expanse of abject nothingness until the nothingness was no more. Something has arrived. … More
The dream spit a black hole into the ether. Ronaldo grew around the dying star, struggling to contain it without … More
In a year where the majority of us are nestling our germ holes away from view, the time is almost … More
Ronaldo began as he always did. As a hand. One would look upon him and assume he pulled himself together … More
I’ve crafted (then rejected) numerous blog posts, unsure why I couldn’t commit to any of my words. Social isolation and … More
Let’s pour one out all the phrases I’ve had to cull from my vernacular, shall we?
Since I’m an imaginary sea witch these days I figure I get to make up a cool job title for … More
How do you celebrate a birthday when you’re still not sure that it’s real? To be honest, I don’t know. … More
My entire life is enshrouded in dead birds, mice, and other small game. I’m here to make a stand and inform you all as nicely as possible I am no longer accepting new corpses at this time but I appreciate the thought behind the decaying flesh.