Welcome to the ALT//AZ Collection!

This website is largely a compilation of my art - writings, digital art, and some miscellaneous zines. This page has some samples of each, but for more, navigate to the pages above.

THE OTHER DAY I HAD A DREAM WHERE MY FOOT SANK INTO THE DIRT LIKE AN ANTHILL

and I woke up to the cicadas ringing in my ears in the dead of night louder than I could think. The 17 year cicada life cycle. When I try to speak my throat unravels upwards and I feel a swarm of flies come out like the time I stepped into a swarm in the city; a mass of blue black carapace you can only find in those fly traps filled with rot.

faith-hunger-hunger-faith

you will wake up tomorrow to vermin on the altar steps and you will eat those too,
like rotten fruit left on the altar too long,
your faith has left you with nothing but maggot-meat.
crush it in between your thumb and forefinger
you find a mirror,
in the weakness of its body, the beads of its eyes, a being born hungry.
inherited in blood
save their beady eyes for the one inside you, the honored one
and be divided
living meat into loin and flank.
you rot from the insides out
their bodies are weak like your insides
parasite

• the only thing your god can be now is a meal
• the only thing you can be now is grotesque
• you become your own