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The Moth

There are no rules,but there is cause and effect.

When I was littler,I thought that when I grew upand metamorphosized into an adultI would be a butterfly.

You know, one of thoseplayed-out metaphors.

What I’m saying isI thought I Read more

Ooo wee ooo wee ooo I can be your percolator

I’ve been thinking about radicalism lately. Radical honesty, radical empathy–those kinds of things. Lately the pit in my stomach–the kind that makes it hard to eat and sleep, a dull ache that is probably unhealthy for you but goes Read more

So long aphasia and the ways it kept me hiding

It’s 5:40 AM. I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. I got taken off the schedule at work–something I knew had to happen but nonetheless made the bottom of my stomach drop out, like some sort of prolapse that has Read more

Why you bother me when you know you don’t want me

I’m not sure where to start. I could start with my feelings of trying to vindicate myself: of trying to convince myself, prove to my own body, that people don’t realize how susceptible they are to the pressure of Read more

Crocodile Tears for ten years plus, don’t do me no favors

First off I would like to say that I am immensely grateful for all the friends supporting me in my decision to tell Eyelash’s girlfriend that she was cheating on him, with me. For over a year. To the Read more

It ruins my whole day when my baby mama mad at me

It’s nearly seven am, the perfect time for self reflection. There’s a line from billy woods and Kenny Segal’s new album, Maps, on the opener “Kenwood Speakers,” that goes: “Every time things going good or having a laugh, Read more

[No quote, I added this post retroactively and don’t want to mire its authenticity]

I’ve definitely ran out of regular creativity, so I’m resorting to drugs instead. I’m definitely getting bit by ants as I sit on this couch. It’s been a problem for around a week now—maybe longer. I can’t even tell Read more

A Starting Point for Saving Nature

Haiku by Sandra S. Hall

Our wandering orbis in perilous danger.Wild things go extinct.

To save our planethow do we change bad habits?We have things to fix.

What acts bother us?We must all work togetherfixing our habits.

So where Read more

Days Survived

by Will Alejandro Rountree

Decisions past

Decisions meant

All in days which we lament 

Some people may prefer

To accept life as a chore

But no, not her, not anymore

All I ask is for one last decree 

To Read more

untitled poem

By Ethan Berry

The promise of a sunriseis wasted on the shallow promisesof nights before.What we’ve been through hardly ever hurts as badly as what we put ourselves through.We don’t have to spark upat the break of dawn.We don’t Read more

Awkward silence, like when the grenade a dud

Thinking about things. Holding space here.

Lyrical, poetic genius that goes unrecognized. Keep going. Thinking about all the talented people I know.

Broken Pieces

By Elizabeth Hammer

oh this time it destroyed me, my dear.

my heart has been lit on fire since you left

out of fear.

i can not say this enough,

how much i would have loved

you and all Read more

Why do Death Grips fans hate the new Praying collab?

Also, when do orders ship???

On the heels of that Death Grips tour announcement following their 2022 reunion comes the Death Grips collaboration with the occasionally controversial, apt to be misunderstood, mostly womenswear label Praying.

The pieces in the Read more

But I couldn’t stand to lie next to you

Time will tell, but from my experience time is a very reluctant communicator. And I’m impatient. By the time it takes time to divulge something to me, I’ve already racked the overthinking-rationalizing part of my brain for some embryonic Read more

Art is…

By Ethan S. Berry

Computer is on 1% now.

So I will see how much I can type

before the battery dies on this 

lifeline of mine to other 

people, other things, 

the past, present, future,

the world, everything. 

Read more

—The Bad Year—

By Ethan S. Berry

365 Days of hot baths every morning and a weekly shower

That is a Year of waking up too tired to stand.

365 Days of four cups of coffee every morning 

and two in the Read more

— My Eye, Floating —

By Ethan S. Berry

Once I knew everything and thought myself more capable than others of understanding 

the things that I did not but then I awoke from my solipsistic slumber.

I spent many years blinded by sleepy sands, Read more

— Psycho-Babble I —  

By Ethan S. Berry

I have ridden this elevator before.

How many times? —I don’t know but the trips are too frequent.— 

Always alone. I’m fine with riding alone. I don’t want to ride with anyone else.

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— Psycho-Babble II —

By Ethan S. Berry

Brain zapped / Deadline nearing / Buzzer counting down / I’m on the other end of the court Now somewhere in the middle / Dribbling / Mouth is dry / I need water / I want Read more

Come skin your knees with us, life’s too short for a business lunch

On not getting it till you feel it, you’re in the swirl. 

It’s been a minute. And by a minute, I mean six months, about. I’m trying to turn off the critical part of my brain at this moment Read more