Content warning: this text contains descriptions of dying. That’s gonna be boring, my dad says. Can we add this to it? I look at the salami stick my dad…
I’ve recently gotten myself into the voluntary loop of listening to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, recomposed by Max Richter. I do this thing with a good…
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…
I disappeared for a bit. A few things happened that left me shrinking. Shrinking from others is one thing, but shrinking from your own mind is a…
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…
I’m pregnant now. I told a lot of friends early on. I never considered keeping it a secret. I adopted the refrain “Well if I miscarry I’ll just end up…
I wrote this piece in October 2019: before the pandemic, before my mother died, and one year after my grandmother’s death. I wrote it from a place of…
My brother got a Dampfmaschine (German for a steam engine) as a gift when he was a kid. The point of it, I guess, was to see the inner workings of an…
Hi! Welcome to pergola. I mentioned in my intro that I feel like I've lost the plot on what we're all doing. And leaving the apocalyptic elements of…
Oh it’s HEAVEN out right now! Is it raining there? It’s nice here. We are a seven minute drive apart, but the mountains make many mini-weathers in North…
You are lost. The days churn my ankles, milking me out, from underneath my table of disbelief. I press into its legs, fracturing them at their joints…
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…