The “Safe” List
A list of every post on the site arranged in reverse chronology, filtered to include only Safe for Work content (no explicit violent or sexual content or reference). We’ll lead with this one.
The “Free to Read” List
A list of every original content post on the site (specifically stories, poems, the sort of content that one might exchange money for in a bookshop) arranged in reverse chronology. Have yourself a little treat.
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Kinktober Day 1: Masturbation
Hello everyone, due to [various motorcycle accidents] this is a rushed post and technically from yesterday. I’ll catch up, don’t worry. I wanted to have like, a post saying what’s going on here and everything – and I will, but that’ll have to be tomorrow (at which point I’ll probably edit this bit out) Suffice
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Story: “At the Edge”
“Don’t go near the edge.” It’s what my dad always told me, whenever we went sailing. Out for fish, and it started off just me and him, father and daughter, but eventually he had to sell the boat and join a fishing consortium instead. Me, and him, and a dozen others, and the two of
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Poem: “Her Cigarettes”
This poem is dedicated to my grandmother. Note: discussion of addiction, abortion, death, neglect, and other potentially distressing content.
The “Everything” List
A list of every post on the site arranged in reverse chronology. Here there be monsters.
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Story: “At the Edge”
“Don’t go near the edge.” It’s what my dad always told me, whenever we went sailing. Out for fish, and it started off just me and him, father and daughter, but eventually he had to sell the boat and join a fishing consortium instead. Me, and him, and a dozen others, and the two of
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Days Before: an Essay on Representation of a Time Before Change
Title’s a bit of a mouthful, eh? First questions first: “the hell are you talking about, J? What time before change? Are you high?” Not right now, no, but thanks for asking. It’s Pride month. June is, and today is the last day of June; ironically, my local Pride parade isn’t held until early July
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Essay: On “Her Cigarettes”
If you haven’t yet read the poem, I would suggest you do so first. It can be found in its entirety on this website, at this link. This is a poem – and an essay – about grief. About family, and how it can be complicated; how history can be, or maybe even must be.
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Poem: “Her Cigarettes”
This poem is dedicated to my grandmother. Note: discussion of addiction, abortion, death, neglect, and other potentially distressing content.
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