I’ve spent the last couple of weeks salvaging the evidence of my failed independent creative career (2008-2015).
Most of the words I wrote during that time are now preserved here, on this website, in the Writing → Journal section.
I’m sick to death of modern poetry. It’s cover-to-cover whining about identity alongside steaming loads of trauma dumping. Too much like social media for my liking, and if that’s what passes for “beauty” in this age I want nothing to do with it. When I’m done with the unread issues of POETRY, I’m devoting myself to the classics.
I now find myself curled up with a streaming service at the end of most workdays. I want to give in to mediocrity.
For the first time in my adult life, I went a month without seriously playing a video game. It feels amazing. It feels right.
Okay, we’re good. See you in a month.
2025.06.01 – 2025.06.30