Archive - pergola

I’m pregnant now.

Jan 21, 2022 •

October 2021

I disappeared for a bit.

Oct 21, 2021 •

July 2021

Swimming For Your Life

There are times when terrible, cataclysmic things happen, and you grip the walls, demanding an answer on how the walls could look on and not intervene…

Jul 31, 2021 •

June 2021

Butterfly Ghosts

This is it. It’s the beginning. This is how it starts. And yet here you are in the middle of it, just stopped, holding your things: all the things you…

Jun 9, 2021 •

May 2021

I hate that sound, I said. About the train horn in the distance, at night. We used to hear that sound in Edmonton, my dad said. Lying in bed. At ten…

May 23, 2021 •

April 2021

When the pandemic first started, and we were asked to stay home, some people ran into the ring of the suffering Olympics and held up their tiny internet…

Apr 30, 2021 •

Apr 10, 2021 •

March 2021

I wrote this piece in October 2019: before the pandemic, before my mother died, and one year after my grandmother’s death.

Mar 10, 2021 •

February 2021

Oh it’s HEAVEN out right now!

Feb 23, 2021 •

January 2021

Content warning: this text contains descriptions of dying.

Jan 17, 2021 •

November 2020

I’ve recently gotten myself into the voluntary loop of listening to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, recomposed by Max Richter.

Nov 17, 2020 •

September 2020

Could it happen here?

My brother got a Dampfmaschine (German for a steam engine) as a gift when he was a kid.

Sep 28, 2020 •

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