Now

on whims of vengeful starlight

Night stars are benevolent, unlike the pitiless lord of the day. Under the moon's placid gaze, Sesylie can pull off her goggles and drink in as much ultraviolet as the heavens will grant her. Lest her absence become contested, she resists the urge to wander and sprawl...

End-of-winter updates and things

It's been pretty somber in the Fierce household this fall and winter. I would say I'm approaching burnout, but I know that boundary was crossed long ago. I'm fueled by sunk-cost fallacy at this point. I don't want to be in school anymore, haven't wanted to be for some...

Some thoughts on craziness and meds

CW: mental illness, suicide This week Kanye West and Chance the Rapper's manager and some other folks decided to share a few thoughts on mental illness and medications that were less than ringing endorsements of the latter. In the midst of a Twitter rant against two...

Half as much (pt. 6)

“Goodnight, Jennifer.” Mother stands in the bedroom doorway, made ghostly in the waxing crescent moonlight, her shadow further darkening the dim hall behind her. “Goodnight, Mother,” Amara says from bed, turning away from the door as Mother shuts it behind her. Amara...

Work

Writing

Resources

Now

About

Contact

Subscribe to Updates