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collections of monologues, poetry, short fiction, misshapen novels, and a whole lot of introspective trauma dumped onto the page

Open House: Monologues and Poems

Open House is a walking tour of the inside of a person's brain, as told through a series of monologues and poems. It's a deeply personal work for me, chronicling fears, discomforts, the things inside my head I wish would vacate it. And yet, however, you might never know just what is true, and what's all just the realtor's deception.

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Know Yourself Better, So You Can Freak Out More

A Starter Pack for When You Suddenly Want to Date Again

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Through three pieces of poetry and an extended piece of prose, watch me come untangled when I am forced to examine myself, my flaws, and why I consider myself a mess and a mess to date. Sincerest apologies if you walk away from this feeling like I have exposed my soul too loudly, but sometimes there is such a thrill in the quiet kid starting to scream. 

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[dated: 10/09/23. sometimes a romantic relationship comes and goes.]

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Image by Jackie Tan

The Gentoo Project

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A tangled assortment of novel openings...if one author couldn't commit to writing one novel, or even getting past the first five thousand or so words of writing one. A hodge-podge amalgamation of novel ideas from yours truly. 

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Ten concepts. Ten novel openings. A whole lot of creative expression.

Image by Monika

POETRY FOR MY BOYS

a small poetry collection

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in dress up, I unpack the end of a recent breakup. 

in my depression, I unpack how having a better understanding of my depression impacts how I see myself, and my life. 

in all I do is think about the inevitable, I unpack the fear of this inevitable...that I will be the one to push everyone away, eventually.

in LOVE LETTERS, I hopefully don't embarrass myself. 

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a lot of unpacking for someone so strewn on the floor already. 

Image by Laura Chouette

People Once Thought I Had Potential

yet another self-expose.

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I wrote this because I wanted to be proud of myself for something.

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All joking aside, People Once Thought I Had Potential is an amalgamation of perception. I wanted to express parts of the last four or five years (and beyond) that will never come out in an official autobiography because I’ll never be famous.

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Deeply honest, unhinged, but hopefully insightful. 

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A Matchbox of Our Own

subtitle: Musicals, Their Songs, and the New Works of Fiction Spawned From Them

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Ten musicals were selected - musicals I adore, musicals I have something to comment on. The structure is simple: I spend one page discussing the overall musical, be it something like Into the Woods or Little Shop of Horrors, then one page on a song within said musical, be it something like A Little Priest or The Bouquet, and then I spin these themes and tales into new, original works of fiction. â€‹

a matchbox of our own // a fence of real chain link

Image by Alev Takil

Pregnant Seahorse & Other Stories

a short story collection of recent works by Keeley Young

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an assortment of recent collected works from me, including the previously-unreleased Childhood Houses, Kirin x James, You Must Have Lots of Better Things to Do, and Magical Feelism. 

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These nine short stories come from the heart and offer somewhat of a glimpse into my insane psyche, but also allow me the creative freedom to tell stories. I hope you enjoy them. 

Image by Jules Marvin Eguilos

The Persephone Project

a small collection of pieces inspired by the myth of Persephone, by Keeley Young

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It is probably strange to have an affinity to a specific Greek mythology figure, but I have for a while now formed a fondness for Persephone, the lady of the Underworld. As a figure, as the force for the creation of the seasons in Greek myth, Persephone is fascinating, albeit a depressing representation of just how dark and reflective mythology can get. 

This collection features three short pieces and one poem. It was initially intended to be longer, but, alas, it has sat untouched long enough. 

Image by Larm Rmah
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