A friend of mine once said that I’m the kind of person people write stories about. I like that idea, but I am also paranoid that she meant it negatively. There are a lot of different types of characters. I kid. …

Dear 5-year-old Kino, You aren’t known as Kino yet. That’s okay. Most of your family won’t call you by it either. At least not by the time you’re 36. Maybe it doesn’t matter too much. Shakespeare said, “a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.” You probably…

Healing from depression is a gruesome process. It can be just as gruesome as the depression itself. You don’t wake up one day and all of a sudden, your mindset is normal and you can get through with your life. You have to pick up the pieces of your life…

A poem that reflects on a lost friendship

Oh, Maddy. Matinee. Miss Maddy Moo. Timber Jenny. Matinee and I have been through some stuff. Since pulling her shoes in November, she has not been sound unless she was wearing hoof boots. I had hoped that her soles would toughen and her hooves would not crumble as much after…

(Updated January 19, 2022)

“It’s not my problem if they think I’m weird.” — Sid Vicious The Barn Princess cornered me in the stall I was cleaning and gave me a laundry list of mistakes I made in the past three months. …

A poem

I think the attendant forgot about me. I pound on the door with my fists. “Hey! I’m stuck!” No answer. Fuck. I slide to the bathroom floor and hit my head against the door a few times. The floor is covered in mold and stains that tell me this is…