On the morning the war began, we got two kittens. Brothers, who had spent the entirety of their six-months of life as strays, living...

This essay was originally published in Issue 7 of The Tiger Moth Review. I stand in my underwear in the forest and I inhale deeply,...

Dirty skin, dirty hair. I guess in some ways this is what I hoped 28 would look like. The weight of nothing except the challenges we hand...