If I could give less than one star, I would.

I’m pretty sure this product is made with toxic materials because ever since I got it, I’ve been gradually feeling worse and worse. I’ve got lower back pain, my knees grind and pop, and acid reflux keeps me awake every night.

Guests in the Night

The edge of my bed is digging into the back of my thighs, and my neck aches where it meets my slouching shoulders. I deflate with a sigh. Defeat lowers himself down onto my rounded back and settles in, making his bulk comfortable. He’s heavy.

How to Keep Writing When You Feel Like Giving Up

I get it. I feel you. The struggle is real. How to persevere as a writer when you feel like giving up? Here are ten suggestions. I hope some combination of these helps.

The botched pursuit of a mate by adult males of the order Lepidoptera

It’s 2:00 am, and I’m bent over the sink, sucking mango off the stone, juice running down my forearms and dripping onto yesterday’s dirty dishes. Seventy-two moth carcasses fill the garbage can in their crumpled Kleenex shrouds.

I Am the Deafening Silence

I am the slow spurt of water, reluctant, always too hot and always too cold. I am three hairs stuck to the shower wall in different coloured shapes and lengths that are so far from home they’ll never be un-lost.