Let's focus on something we ALL agree on:

#ReleaseTheEPSTEIN_Files

The call is coming from inside the house.

Guiseppe Give Pinocchio enough String - And he’ll hang himself Like a real man.

Guiseppe

Give Pinocchio enough String - And he’ll hang himself Like a real man.

They always have trillions of dollars for illegal wars in the Mideast, but SCOFF in your face and clutch their pearls when you ask for universal healthcare. You are all being played.

The Underland Review The glitch won. Normal content has been corrupted. Issue One of The Underland Review: This Zine is a Lie is now live — 57 pages of poetry, prose, art, and soft monsters from the margins of the algorithm. Pay what you want. Hold it in your hands. Or vanish into the archive.

Back from the Glitch...The Underland Review. Issue 3

Our Shared Vision: Emergent Expectations. An inclusive, wellbeing-led approach to education built on immersion, consistency, and shared expectations. Inside the Emergent Habitat, care is carefully designed, language is closely managed, and success is quietly recorded as settling.

Our Shared Vision: Emergent Expectations. A short piece on education, wellbeing, language, and the cruel cost of compliance.

Children raped and killed. American citizens shot in the street. Immigrants illegally shackled, tortured, killed. Journalists arrested.
While a $300 million ballroom is constructed and a trash documentary released.

Our Democratic elected officials are not rising to this moment so most of them must go.

Any elected official who isn’t willing to organize a Project 2029 around punishing everyone in the Trump administration in order to save democracy must go.

It is important to acknowledge who is standing up and who is just trying to get by. Every day Americans are standing up while the powerful are mostly standing by.

Why aren't law firms standing up and sending lawyers to Minneapolis. Why aren't the corporations speaking out? Why isn't the media?

When you create a monster. It tends to come back to eat you...and the rest of your fam. (Shelley circa 1818) #lessonsweneverlearn

Incident Preparedness Guidelines: Safety Procedures for Unplanned Happenings and Such. Following these hints will ensure that fear is managed adequately and without unnecessary fuss.

A fictional procedural about care, routine, and the stories we tell children so everyone can keep pretending

Temporary power, permanent consequences 💥

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ICE Serves Another Cold Winter Give ‘men’ like this a badge, a rule, a gun

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#ICE #evil

meditation, two meditation, two

Not everyone is breathing.
So we tend what we can.
mind may you wander
#poetry #witness #hardwonpeace #gentlerdays

Modernizing the Constitution: Lessons from a Signal Chat. Part 4. The Founding Fathers return from the afterlife to discover what America did with the Constitution. They are not impressed. In this Signal Thread–style satire, ghosts rewrite the Sixth Amendment, arguing about speedy trials, juries, plea deals, and why PowerPoint should never be admissible evidence.

The Founding Fathers log back on to rewrite the Constitution—only to find a justice system powered by vibes, PowerPoint, and plea deals.

Amendment VI gets a ghostly patch update, featuring civil asset forfeiture, trial-by-media, and one woman who is very tired of explaining things to men.

Untitled (Birds) Birds fall from the sky

Untitled (Birds)

Birds fall from the sky

Call for Submissions: The Underland Review. This Zine is a Lie. A call for poets, glitchers, microfictionists, rebels, and ghosts. The Underland Review wants work that twitches, burns, self-destructs. We are extending our deadling to February 5th 2026 for the next edition of the zine!

We are extending our deadline to February 5th! We've recieved many wonderful entries so far, add yours today!

Call for Submissions: The Underland Review. This Zine is a Lie. A call for poets, glitchers, microfictionists, rebels, and ghosts. The Underland Review wants work that twitches, burns, self-destructs. No bios. No AI sludge. No gods. Just stories that shouldn't exist.

🌀 CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS — THE UNDERLAND REVIEW 🌀
We are coming up for air after moving to Thailand. Of course that means a new Zine.
We’re seeking twitchy poems, cursed microfics, feral essays, and rogue visuals.
Max 1500 words. One piece per person.
Deadline: December 24th 2025.

Elaine The kettle hissed long before she remembered to pour it. The sound had always comforted her. It was unconventional people used to say…

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The spectrum is helical & every arrow is a boomerang. There are nights when silence moves like prey.

I keep mistaking stillness for mercy. It never is.

Ode to the Canari The soft O of your lullaby cracked like the wound, We once called progress for a farthing or two.

Political & sharp:
We built our miracles on a bird’s last breath.

#OdeToTheCanari #UnderlandDispatch

The Golden Apple They told us to smile. Eyes white. Teeth on show. Beam. "Ні, ні, люба. Очима. Посміхнися очима. Їм потрібно тебе бачити," I am sorry.

The Golden Apple

They told us to smile. Eyes white. Teeth on show. Beam. "Ні, ні, люба. Очима. Посміхнися очима. Їм потрібно тебе бачити," I am sorry.

Sundial

River Joy September, 2025 Here, In the slant of first morning light Mangoes taste like honey and The kind of sex Gods had Before man named its master. Birds sing with abandon And a quiet grace They know what it Is to be born. And when the rain falls Giving breath To leaves That have known…

Dispatches from the Void. X.VIIII. Thailand Edition. We’re settling into a routine in Thailand—the house is coming together, and I’m waiting on a volunteer post that could lead to my teaching certificate. Celia helped pull together a portfolio site, which reminded me how much my art has shifted over the years. I’m still looping Eragon at night while searching for a new epic fantasy, and we’ve found a driver, Nan, who makes errands far easier. I’ve started offering prints of my Thailand photography, and through it all, life feels both surreal and deeply grounding with Celia by my side.

Finding a rhythm here in Thailand — teaching dreams on the horizon, art prints in the shop, and life settling into something like normal (with cats, of course). #ExpatLife #ThailandDiaries #ArtPrints #FantasyBooks #UnderlandCats

Bathroom saga finally over, sushi belts conquered, cats chasing geckos, and snails declared my new nemesis. Bangkok life = chaos + beauty. 🌀🍣🐾

#BangkokExpatLife #SushiExpress #ExpatInThailand #CatsOfThailand #HomePhotography #UnderlandDispatches #SnailWars

Dispatches from the Void: Food for Thought River is stepping forward to focus on art while Celia teaches. After years without a steady practice, River is reclaiming the title of artist by treating life like a residency—committing to eat, sleep, and breathe art again. Process has always mattered more than finished pieces, though some works, especially from the long-running Faces series, stand out. These portraits explore tension, unease, and the experience of being neurodivergent, particularly the discomfort of eye contact. River continues to paint faces and make photographs, and is now seeking funding and residencies to expand the series with mixed media elements such as fabric and beads, pushing the work into new dimensions. #BangkokEats #ThailandFoodie #WhatToEatInThailand #BangkokTravel #SushiLovers #ShabuShabu #ArtistInThailand #PrintifyShop #FoodAndArt

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a steady art practice, but I’m stepping back in like it’s a residency. The Faces series has been with me since college—unsettling, familiar, honest. Now I’m pushing it further into mixed media.

#ArtProcess #IndependentArtist #FacesSeries #NeurodivergentArtist #M

First dispatch from Thailand, a little chaotic, a lot of fun, and only mild confusion. #thailand #traveling #expat #photographer #writers

Aubergine Aubergine. The colour of the bruise long after the violence stops and love begins to heal.

Aubergine. The colour of the bruise long after the violence stops and love begins to heal.

Autism. Not Your Diagnosis to Define. They say there’s an autism “epidemic.” We say: there’s finally a name for what’s always been here. This piece isn’t here to educate pseudoscientists or calm conspiracy theorists. It’s a record. A reclamation. A reminder that autistic people don’t owe anyone an explanation—and we certainly don’t need your mother-blaming, McNugget-fuelled theories. We were autistic before you had a word for it. And we’re not asking for your permission now.

Autistic kids come from autistic adults.
No, it’s not the nuggets.
No, it’s not your shampoo.
And no, you don’t get to define us.

Read the new piece: Autism. Not Your Diagnosis to Define.
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#ActuallyAutistic #NeurodivergentVoices #AutismAcceptance #Underland
#LeaveScienceToTheExperts