Jo Pollux

A slightly desaturated close-up image of a rocky outcropping with many candles in reds, pastels, and whites, some textured and some not. Some of the the candles are burnt and wax has spread. Behind them, a small circular mirror in an ornate brass frame is visible, and small flat stones are arranged around the candles. A bone resembling a human femur is visible on the left side of the frame on a ceremonial plate, and natural green foliage is visible in the background.

Excerpts from Plague’s Embrace

She was shivering like a baby unwrapped in the wind, adrenaline and espresso in her sweat. I wasn’t allowed fear until later — one price of her devotion.

Excerpts from Plague’s Embrace

The End is Not an Option: Carrier Bags and the Rhythm of the Bog

ON TELLING MY MOTHER ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND

ART PORN WEEK: potentia gaudendi

THE CONSTRUCTIVE POWER OF ANGER

Gothy (un)pregnancies

WHEN I FUCK YOU I THINK OF HIM