2019 was a weird year. I accomplished a lot of things and then had to sit with that terrible feeling you get when you've finally done a thing and it's just...a thing that you did now. There's no more fuel in the tank or direction for the ship. So I've spent the last part of the year just trying to rebuild the fire.
I released a lot of new zines: DIY artist retreat, All My Friends and I Want To Talk About Are Autumn Leaves (in paper form) and I Forget Who I Am.
I submitted zero poems or stories for publication.