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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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ANNOUNCING: Phases, a chapbook by me!

phases

I am SO PLEASED to finally exhale this secret magic into the world: Sad Spell Press will be releasing my chapbook, Phases, at the end of November! (Don’t worry, I’ll update again with a link for purchasing when one is available!)

For now, check out this blurb by my friend Dalton, which sent my heart to the top of Mt. Hood, where it exploded into a murder of crows:

Danielle Perry’s Phases is a myth. It is a myth but also many myths. These myths are true but they are also real. To be invited inside is to be offered protection. Protection from what? Not the darkness. Not what is revealed when darkness is pulled back. Oh, the moon is so bright tonight. – Dalton Day, author of Actual Cloud (Salo Press)

brooklyn in september

thank you, ruth & shane, for letting us stay with you!

snapchatting

tea's ready

photogenic

hello

kitty, tarot, tea

my own true love

my one true love

the witch is dependent on her solitude

the witch is dependent upon her solitude: locked
away in her coffin, spinning webs to ensnare anyone
foolish enough to enter her forest.

(he’ll say it’s his forest, of course he will, more fool him
for not knowing that hers is the real power / he is just
an empty shell waiting to crack)

…read the rest at The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society!

(what a wonderful birthday gift, to have another of my witch-poems published!)

ritual instructions

walk the road at night.
let the full moon guide you.
ignore the dogs howling.
stop at the yew tree planted at the crossroads.
make your sacrifice.
sweeten it with honey.

descend.

…read the rest at LEVELER!

writing round-up

I have two poems in the latest issue of Freeze Ray! The first one is a girl who cannot become a princess is doomed to become a witch, which contains one of my favorite lines I’ve ever written, and the second is unfinished business, about the Battlestar Galactica episode of the same name. (You know the one.)

Additionally, I have two poems about elves & Dragon Age in a little book called Goddessmode, featuring the art of women & nonbinary folks, which you can pick up at the ever-awesome Cool Skull Press! I basically can’t wait to get my hands on it!

And as always, you can find everything I’ve had published by scrolling back up to the top & clicking on “Writing”!

some planet // rose city

that time when john came to town touring for some planet & that other time when i hung out in a rose garden.

john

casting a spell probably

roses, trees, skies

pink

red

dark night

a quick post

…to point you to this page, where I am now offering very reasonably priced tarot readings! More information is on that page.

southeast portland, feat. the sweet hereafter

or, i cannot resist the siren song of the sweet hereafter.

fallen

slow down

light through the leaves

annie

the fire