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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 by Keeley Young 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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