Yup, the lack of choice is a feature.

No, it doesn’t come from Russia - in Soviet Russia they don’t have pie.

Quantum necromancy, baby.

Art dump!

Yeah, well, the important thing is I amused myself, right?

Boundaries are investments in our relationships.

More poetry from Elie Nine, the insect priestess.

Two months of printing and painting later, our Hades project is complete!

A poem about the things we left at sea.

Starvation Street hardware will eat the competition’s lunch!

One of many sad backstories from Shadowplay.

Part Two: Art meets capitalism, and the usual thing happens.

A sonnet about the people we cast to play our demons.

Part One: What is interactivity, actually?

No inappropriate lusting for xenomorph booty here, no sir!

A poem about trying to lose.

A poem about the wrong way to mourn.

I’d love you so much more if you were edible.

A love poem for an insect.

Making Christmas, making Christmas, it’s so fine!