Archive - The Life of Feral Bones

thoughts during a music festival

imagine the soundtrack to this post is Garbage, Sublime, 311, and Green Day, and you're sitting on a blanket on the grass, surrounded by people

Jul 29 •

this (is not the love we tell stories about)

on love after therapy

Jul 15 •

moments, part 3

more entries from the journal of a returning soldier

Jul 15 •

with credit to Sylvia Plath

and her bell jar

Jul 8 •

late night in an airport

The moment is ripe with life.

Jul 1 •

June 2025

the waters of Rwanda

Several years ago, I visited Rwanda as part of a study abroad program.

Jun 24 •

April 2025

(on situational mutism)

Apr 27

January 2025

Jan 24 •

December 2024

Grass in December

it's funny, really

Dec 31, 2024 •

on cheerful nihilism

at the end of days

Dec 26, 2024 •

September 2024

a memory and a hope

Sep 21, 2024 •

What does it mean to be a veteran?

a coin, and a percolation of clarity

Sep 14, 2024 •

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