crater lake

wizard island, pt 1

painted sky

trees // raven // lodge


wizard island, pt 2

Like Inanna Descending

Salome taps one foot on the stone floor. Her stepfather the king has called upon her to dance again tonight for the entertainment of his guests. She cannot refuse the king; she can only hope that he is in a beneficent mood. She remembers the words of her mother: dear girl, make sure you get what you want, and if you can’t get what you want, make sure you get whatever you can.

…read the rest at Quaint Magazine!

the coast and the maze

before the pictures: i have new poems! four over at crab fat and two at fuck art! let’s dance.

now, the coast:


little crab

this is why i moved to the west coast

& the maze:

the maze

the corn

the girl

the birds

the ritual circle

the scarecrow

the wrath of the lamb

how does obsession start? / a fishing lure hooked in the brain / a fire burning you up from the inside / first one betrayal / and then another // and then you realize that something in you / has changed / irreparably // you give up / everything / that was once important to you //

…read the rest at FreezeRay!

a melange

because i’ve been lax in uploading film stuff.


b. & a.

r. & m.

the carnival

welcome to forest park

the witch's castle

a li'l waterfall

A Prayer to St Dymphna

a golden charm of st dymphna
her name at the top
and at the bottom:
pray for us

…read the rest at The Fem!

east coast takes the gorge

it was seren’s birthday, so we took to nature.

the gorge

towards portland

hashtag eastcoasttakesthegorge

bridal veil falls

s. (the moon)

at vista house again

fall / spring / winter

the roll that spanned the seasons, 2015-16.


the moon at sunset




steel bridge


did u know light leaks are magic



now available: PHASES


Today is the day! You can now purchase my too-long exhale from Sad Spell Press! It has blurbs from the too-wonderful Dalton Day and Sonya Vatomsky!

reviews: probably crying

The Petty Savior of Bioshock

Note: I have made a lot of empty promises about things I’ve written about Bioshock Infinite, so here is an essay full of rage about Burial at Sea, Part 2.

When I started Burial at Sea, Part 2, I wasn’t exactly excited. I felt anxious. Unlike those who claimed that Elizabeth Comstock was nothing more than a gameplay mechanic in the form of a girl, I connected with her. Like her, I had not one but two shitty father figures. Like her, I was a young woman who grew up with books. (She does bear a striking resemblance to my still-favorite Disney Princess, Belle, of Beauty and the Beast.) Like her, I was a sheltered girl who discovered her own power.

“It has been a year since the anxiety, since I first played Bioshock Infinite,” I wrote in my notes when I started the second part of Burial at Sea, referring to the worst bout of anxiety I’ve ever experienced. “I cannot be wholly objective about it, tied up in me as it is. It was one of the things that saved me, in a way. It has been a year and the prospect of actually being Elizabeth kind of terrifies me. In that way that loving anything deeply is always terrifying.”

I tell you this not to evoke any kind of sympathy, but to explain where I’m coming from: I know that there is no impartiality when it comes to me and Bioshock Infinite, and especially me and Elizabeth. I know that Elizabeth means more to me than she means to most people who played the game, probably. But even if I manage to set my own feelings aside, it is easy to admit that the ending of Burial at Sea – and thus the entire second part of the DLC – did the character a great disservice.
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