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dire me/1
Me, lately: black metal folklore, foxes, brothers, twins, Jessica-Naomi, Heathen Harnow, Phobs, Daniel Gildenlöw, rain and rain and rain, genderfuck, tall sharp-jawed/grace-necked creatures who are...
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a tree in winter
My poetry professor once told me that artists are like trees. That sometimes we are heavy with neon green, or fruit–fruit that goes on to rot and collapse into our rootwork for food. And sometimes we...
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nodewrecked
This week I am the crossroads. Snarled dynamite fuses. Matchbook in the fire pit. The launch of my novel SKYGLASS reels closer. I have genderbent god-horns to make. A fox project to kindle. In a week,...
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dire me 4
(This was written a week or two back, so if you’ve been hanging out with me and time seems warped in what follows, my tenses wrong–it’s because I’m posting this late.) 1 (leaving Montana) Our last days...
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Fragments from the Diary of Ebb Cederstrom
FRAGMENT 133: Me (retrospective—in part) 179 lbs. 5’11”. That’s one small wheelbarrow of fresh seaweed, and about half a thallus of bladderwrack. Once, the sea knew me best. Then, many knew me best...
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swiftly
First, new art: Want more art? Click here. Then, writing: I have a short story up at Shimmer: “The Seaweed and the Wormhole.” It’s about a swamp monster and his boyfriend. If you want more about Ebb...
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the velocity of inwards
If you couldn’t tell from the exponential upspike in fanart production, I started rereading The Silmarillion last week. I’m participating in the Tolkienreadalong on tumblr (Team Angband ftw!), and it’s...
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an obsessive anatomy
I made a decision at the beginning of high school that changed me forever. I have no regrets. The memory isn’t bitter. At the time, my choice made sense, and it still does–nonetheless, it was a strange...
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clocks cut
Sometimes you find that something you love with all your dirt-gritty and blood-gravid heart isn’t universally loved. Fourteen. I was fourteen when I found my music. Mine and mine and just mine (so...
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Awkward Sex Scene (Skyglass extra)
Tell me something distracting, Phoenix said. Against my better judgment, I did: My first kiss was drunken, and numb from the smokeless–the cold winter cigarette the girl and I were sharing. We kissed...
View Articlewashing off the road salt
I should be writing about a fossegrim from the deep south or, at the very least, foxes, but I read something beautiful this morning and the only way I can think to undistract myself from it is by...
View ArticleSTORYFOX podcast, episode 1: Mary Lowd
Octopi, otters and a fox raised by chickens! (+ much, much more) This is the first in a series of Storyfox-related interviews. Most will concern foxes, but today’s interview is a bit broader in scope,...
View ArticleHow to Kill a Squirrel
From November, 2015: Last night on campus I found a squirrel with two broken legs. I was on my bike, ready for another restless night of pacing in and out of Old Nick’s whenever I feel it’s time to...
View Article(every death song)
There isn’t much I can say right now, only that I need to write something. Words not winding or aslant will come later. In the meantime, prose poetry. <><><> In the Hammer’s Wake. I...
View ArticleLife (universe, everything)
Well, fuck. Can we just leave it at that? ‘course not. There is a lot of It and because of That I will allow myself a list (list for me, November) and later I will tell all the true(ish) stories. But...
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Photo Blog: August and Some September
In June, I graduated from my Master’s program (in folklore). Traveled to the (Oregon) coast for some time by the sea and by the fire. Then I took a thirty four hour train to San Diego, where I wrote...
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