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Oh my God, who still blogs these days? 

Answer; 


This girl does!

In this corner of the universe, it is always 2008 and you will wrest our shitty, overproduced HTML blogs out of our cold dead hands.

Now a word on our Supreme Overlord:

Kathleen is a 24-year-old film student who lives on unceded land in Toronto, Canada. She enjoys writing and making art ... usually at the same time. She is a published author of poetry and zines, has far too many screenplays and manuscripts on the back burner, and the unstoppable urge to buy every film camera she comes across on Facebook Market place.  This is a creative space where you can keep up to date with her film work, read some of her writings-in-progress, and occasionally be on the receiving end of her unsolicited hot takes. 

She creates from a fat, queer, feminist perspective but recognizes that she can always learn more and that the responsibility of educating herself about communities more marginalized than her own falls squarely on her own shoulders. That being said, she's not perfect and wants you to tell her when she can do better.

We hope you stick around. There should be an email list somewhere to your right, which you should definitely sign up for so you never miss a post. If you head North there should be links to Kathleen's Amazon-published chapbook (we know, an egregious lapse in judgment but she promises never to do it again), and her etsy zine store which you should check out! Your purchases help support indie publishing and keeps the lights on at HQ. 

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cigarettes

sometimes i wish i were a smoker so i’d have something to calm the nerves or even just a light to throw shadows on my face bring the hollows into focus make a playground of my lips and eyes explore the shadowy corners where firelight hardly ever plays lay bare the haunting and the healing take a deep breath and for once be not afraid of being fire and smoke and light like a cigarette lit with shaking hands