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tell me this: songs called california

TELL ME THIS: fandom

TELL ME THIS: she's a frog

late summer

I've started to write a general newsletter several times, this summer. Several, meaning more than twice. In the S Tier letters, which double as a creative writing class, I've sketched out a little bit detailing why exactly I've been hanging back. I'm

TELL ME THIS: after a sec

TELL ME THIS: a fire in my hands

TELL ME THIS: a doubler

sweet bread/salt water

It's been a bit of a funny month - I realize I have said that every month - but April felt long and strange. The tarot card I had mapped for April was the King of Wands: Rhea, who reads for me every year, told me that this

tell me this: razzle dazzle deficiency

TELL ME THIS: magpie's effort

fabric from another life

This is a newsletter written before, and after my trip to Birmingham and London, during which I spent time working on stage for the first time in a long time, and also, staying with friends I love very much. This first bit is about the debacle I had while packing,

TELL ME THIS: a catalogue, a trapdoor

salt in the wild

February is a short, cheeky little month, isn't it. It just ends, there, three days before it should. I almost have whiplash from it. But, look, by now the daffodils have opened, and that helps. The sun is starting to set around six in the evening, which really

TELL ME THIS: give it back, peacefully

sick note

please excuse sarah from class, she's got skeleton problems I've been at the doctor a bit, lately. Look, the whole story of it is boring and minor, but I will say that my kind GP looked me in the eye, knowing full well what I do

TELL ME THIS: out there

cold snap/all sauces

January is the longest month of the year, as measured by the heart. Cold. Grey lit. The year not out in itself, yet. And currently, at the time of writing (Tuesday, the 17th, is when I started this newsletter) (yes, it took me a week to get it all out,

TELL ME THIS

The First Six Questions Hello, folks. It's Monday, and I am working from my sofa instead of my desk. The cat is sitting behind my head, and I have some good ambient television on, and an objectively enormous jar of iced Lipton yellow label tea I steeped overnight

off we go

griffnotes 00: a primer

griffnotes, baby

my pals, thank you for being here. first general newsletter goes out tonight, and the first for paid subscribers goes out on the weekend. this will be a newsletter about things i see, things i read and experience, as well as making things - and book/art news, of course.