MILEAGE

The past 5 years are measured in miles (& often, milligrams).

On & off the road, distributing literature for Nostrovia! Press, roadside jerry-rigging our traveling bookstore & home, managing the press itself (gratitude for wonderful co-editors), my own tours, coordinating events, treating my body like a literary factory for unattainable standards no one seems to know who wrote the script for, social media management, & all around, survivingall these noises accumulated into where all their labors meet.

They became narrative worms wriggling in my hands, their skin crinkled like palm lines when you make a fist.

Then I threw them over my shoulder.

What remained was travel, writing itself, & performance.

I’m not really sure what I’m doing. I’ve become afraid to release my writing. Translating experiences & grounding emotions has become pulling teeth.

That’s why I’ve returned to this space. To re-learn my relationship with publishing, poetry, addiction, occupation of space, & support (for myself, & others).

Currently most active on Instagram (@RuntRaccoon)

Poems posted here.

Contact here.

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