Somewhere in my pre-memory, I think I believed that if I could name them all. Orion, Centaurus, Crux…I would always find my way home. There would always be a way back.
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Born of Water.
In the beginning, there is warmth and rhythm. A darkness that cups like hands. Gentle. Forgiving as it moulds the edges of the body. Sound is muted. A vibration without meaning. A low, gentle hum. A comfort. It doesn’t matter that there are no words to press into, no language to define or praise or condemn.
Mango Season
And maybe that’s the part that stayed. Not the tree. Not even the fruit really. It was never about the mangoes at all.
Maybe it’s a little bit about mangoes though.
The Underland Review: This Zine is a Lie. Issue 3.
The glitch won.
Normal content has been corrupted.
Issue One of The Underland Review: This Zine is a Lie is now live — 57 pages of poetry, prose, art, and soft monsters from the margins of the algorithm.
Pay what you want. Hold it in your hands. Or vanish into the archive.
meditation, two
meditation, two
Untitled (Birds)
Birds fall from the sky
Call for Submissions: The Underland Review. This Zine is a Lie.
A call for poets, glitchers, microfictionists, rebels, and ghosts.
The Underland Review wants work that twitches, burns, self-destructs.
We are extending our deadling to February 5th 2026 for the next edition of the zine!
Call for Submissions: The Underland Review. This Zine is a Lie.
A call for poets, glitchers, microfictionists, rebels, and ghosts.
The Underland Review wants work that twitches, burns, self-destructs.
No bios. No AI sludge. No gods. Just stories that shouldn’t exist.
The Golden Apple
They told us to smile. Eyes white. Teeth on show. Beam.
“Ні, ні, люба. Очима. Посміхнися очима. Їм потрібно тебе бачити,”
I am sorry.
Dispatches from the Void. X.VIIII. Thailand Edition.
We’re settling into a routine in Thailand—the house is coming together, and I’m waiting on a volunteer post that could lead to my teaching certificate. Celia helped pull together a portfolio site, which reminded me how much my art has shifted over the years. I’m still looping Eragon at night while searching for a new epic fantasy, and we’ve found a driver, Nan, who makes errands far easier. I’ve started offering prints of my Thailand photography, and through it all, life feels both surreal and deeply grounding with Celia by my side.
