A brutal, hallucinogenic face-off with cancer at 6:30 a.m.
The monkey god, fire and wind incarnate, devotion sharpened into power.
How metabolic warfare, fasting, and cannabis became my strategy to outlive stage 4 cancer, and why the real enemy is the system.
Writers Who Didn’t Make It Out Alive.
A fever-dream encounter with a goddess who dismantles you to set you free.
What I’ve learned about managing your own fight when the diagnosis says you won’t make it.
How to take the worst life throws at you, grind it into pulp, and raise a glass like a champion.
A poem scraped from the edge. About falling, freedom, and the scars we wear like medals.
Anarcho-syndicalism could’ve saved us. But we’re too selfish, too scared, and too far gone.
A poem for the messengers that crawl in when no one else can reach you.