wordwork – Inky Dreams

What I’ve been writing: Julie and I like to go on walks

February 18, 2026

Julie and I like to go on walks. There’s a small path behind my apartment building, a little stretch of forest smudged between two apartment complexes—mine and hers. She walks…

more

Tony & Virginia Slims

February 15, 2026

Tony bought three pounds of various herbs and foliage (not meant for smoking) with the intention of smoking them while weening himself off of nicotine and his subsequent oral fixation…

more

My Reflection on Little Women, my final fall show with Beacon Players

November 19, 2025

Little Women (the musical) has been the most disconnected I’ve felt from Beacon Players in a long time, and that disconnection feels strange because I still am, ultimately, incredibly proud…

more

Self-Comfort, Shame, and Capitalism: Love as an Impossible Ideal

June 28, 2025

My painting, Held, depicts a series of women, painted in a muted blue. They hold each other, some passionately, some with sexual undertone. Some cradle, while the others remain detached.…

more

I Saw the TV Glow; Dysphoria, Capitalist Horror, and the Cave We’re Trapped In

May 30, 2025

At the start of this year, I entered an endless period of unraveling. I’d had a great summer, on paper, and I was entering into Junior year, which was to…

more

Oliver

March 29, 2024

Oliver was born in mid-January 2000, while his mother was infected with an episode of delirium. What prompted her episode was the first of the questions that were left unanswered…

more

“Person who writes”

March 26, 2023

I never considered myself a writer, I didn’t even see myself as a ‘person who writes’ for my entire life, until nearly every other thing I had in my life…

more

What Should Have Been the Bubblegum Tinted Death of Oliver S.C. Eston

October 25, 2022

Oliver S.C. Eston died in the disturbingly large bathtub of a rich, nameless man. He lived on the upper-east side of Manhattan, same as Oliver. This was a fun coincidence,…

more

Sinking

September 19, 2022

Sophia Andino had no reason to feel so bad. She hadn’t done anything wrong, she had a good life, good friends, a good job, everything she ever wanted. Everything she…

more