A Review of Middle Kids' second full-length LP, Today We’re the Greatest. — The first thing I heard from Middle Kids was “Edge of Town” off their debut LP, Lost Friends; I was hooked. Hannah Joy’s voice is a special feel to it, with poignant vulnerability and feminine strength. The Aussie trio of Hannah Joy (lead vocals, guitar, piano), Tim Fitz (backing vocal…

The Demise of the Live Show — Remember shows? Oh, how I miss live music. Let’s reminisce about the days when 300 people packed into a 200 capacity venue/bar to see some indie, post-punk band. When brushing up against another sweaty body was just part of the territory, and getting a random bruise from being a little…

A Review of Beaboodoobee’s Debut Studio Album: Fake It Flowers — I was hearing a lot about this girl on blog radio shows and such. The first single, “Care,” is quite catchy, but I was like, meh. Eventually, I found myself singing along with that song every time it was on SiriusXMU and decided to give the whole album a listen. …

A Review of Fiona Apple’s 2020 Full Length LP, Fetch the Bolt Cutters Beginning with her debut album Tidal, Fiona has been speaking to my heart. I guess we’re all just sad girls with baggage and a bit of a black cloud leering over us. …

I wanted to jump back into writing about dicks and vaginas and periods, but I need to acknowledge what is going on in the world and how I feel about it. I am a mixed, black/white, 30-something woman. …

I feel like the average person doesn’t love their job, and if they do, they don’t ALWAYS love their job. If you’re one of the lucky few that do love their job and you rave about how completely fulfilled you are by your work, could you fuck off, please? Great…

I happened to be outside when the Amazon delivery person showed up. He looked at me, gauging my reaction as he walked closer with my package. Every step he took was slower than the last. I nodded and said, “I’ll take it.” We stretched our arms as far as we could to be sure of the 6ft distance between us and exchanged the padded envelope with a chuckle of how fucking awkward that just was. I met his gaze, and we both smiled, well, I think he smiled; I could only see his eyes because his face mask covered everything else.

In my 35 years, I have been searching for an identity to cling to. Something to chase, A reason to awaken in the morning excited for what the day will bring. A new conquest to overcome in the name of “growth.” I have been Vegan and sober. I dove pretty…

A Poem Your belly puffs just over your pubic bone. I graze my hands over your curved cheek. The fullness is sultry. Your soft is sensuous. As I fall in love with every shadow your thickness casts, my reflection stares back at me and whispers, I love you.