Villanelle Poetry: The Shape of Obsession

You know what’re great? Villanelles. Also, sushi. If I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, it would be sushi. But I’m vegan until Lent is over. Ugh. And my favorite lunch cart – which has the most perfect vegan spring rolls EVER – is closed until late March tomorrow! #whitewhine #firstworldproblems […]

Note to Self

Domain management is extremely annoying. The process from transfer to remapping was convoluted. Might as well renew with WordPress next time. Sheesh. And it’s not even like I do anything with this damn site. I’m just really, really fucking attached to “rhiannimator.” It’s my stage name; the intersection of who I want to be and who […]

Past Lives

All these past lives itching underneath; I just miss my wings and pointed teeth.

Thinners of the Herd

After practice Sean dropped me off on the corner of Ellsworth and Broadway. It was a busy evening and there were a few people buzzing in and around Mutiny Information Café like flies. Scene of a carcass rotting in reverse. It was load-in time. I saw a red-head in a plain tan t-shirt and faded jeans coming and going […]

Reflections in the Attic

This construct used to be like a physical place. I used to be kind of a writer. A dreamer. Sometimes a decoder. It was a framework of things I loved. It still can be. No one’s really watching, right? Just a few cobwebs to clear out and this headspace becomes my magic attic again: a […]