“I am a speculative fiction writer and psychonaut—bringing awareness to the human condition—and how we must evolve in order to save ourselves and our planet.”
I am a speculative fiction writer and psychonaut—bringing awareness to the human condition—and how we must evolve in order to save ourselves and our planet.
While others collected obscene amounts of Pokemon cards and Beanie Babies, I collected toads and 4-clovers and vocabulary words. (I was too poor for mass-marketed trinkets.)
I won a Philosophy scholarship as a History & Geography major and everyone (including myself) was confused.
As a consequence of these shenanigans, I’ve developed a dubious affinity for exploring the forbidden. Much of my writing is influenced by the intersections of healing the natural world with a blend of ancestral wisdom and emerging science and technologies.
Things of further note:
Daily I drink herbal tea with Eldritch Terrors of all affiliations.
I yap too much about Final Boss Capitalism and how to Exonerate Mother Earth.
I enjoy reading obscene amounts of fantasy, science fiction, and am obsessed with botany, wild places and regenerative agriculture—particularly protecting and preserving native plants, heirloom cultivars and their pollinators. Plants and insects and healthy soil are the key to a sustainable and bountiful future for all.
One day I will own and manage a nature preserve and run a restaurant where all the food is grown right on site, but until then, I will use my voice and words instead to promote this ideological revolution.
In addition to the above, I have dabbled in being a(n): fashion entrepreneur, librarian, bartender, athlete tutor, historian, farmer, forklift driver, nanny and personal chef.
Essays, memoirs, and poetry exploring the depths of existence
When my life went to shit in 2022, I had about as much motivation for being alive as a depressed Sisyphus. Wake up? Why? So I can push that fucking boulder back up that goddamn mountain again?
Read EssayI can’t recall a time in my life when I was afraid of the dark. When you live in the “country”, and away from light pollution, you experience a sort of darkness most never get to appreciate.
Read MemoirThe modern world has strip-mined meaning from the very substance of existence. The only hope for the future is to infuse meaning and vital force back into our lives.
Read Essay
I was worried I’d forget the shape of us
curled in crescents
the moon draped on our sand dune bed
Luna’s braided light the only blanket we needed
“Using discernment by way of holding multiple perspectives at once, is how we can reconcile and build better meanings.”
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