You’re not going to see this until tomorrow because you’re busy snoozing beside me, but happy three year anniversary, Peter. I’m sorry we missed the actual day, but I think we were too busy living to notice the time passing. I hope it slows down, just a little, so we can hang onto these moments a little longer. But I’ve learned, beside you, that I can trust in more and more moments to come. Who knew three years could move so quickly? Who knew love could be so effortless, so vast, so malleable? ... You just rolled over and swore at the cat. That’s another love letter altogether.
c i r c u i t s
Prose Poem: For Young Girls
F R I Z Z L E W A V E : V A P O U R
Article: Cabinet Shuffle: Strategizing Parliament
Original Song: Pete’s Song
Article and Event: The Most Kate Bush Day Ever
Critical Play QTs: Life is Strange
Prose Poem: Incense
Game: City Witch
Article: On Playing Games ‘Wrong’
Article: Is there a ‘Me’ in Beme?
CV2 Magazine: Interview and Poem
Game: Sunflower
Poetry Workshops at the Fringe
Poems Published in Lemon Hound
