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Continue reading →: Reflected DistortionsRead time: 4 minutes. You had the office mostly to yourself that day. Rhiannon would come in after lunch, but you had till then to slip on your company-provided virtual reality headset and function check your projects without disrupting her work. You closed the door to avoid a similar noise…
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Continue reading →: For all the WorldRead time: 1 min. Illusions drive my whole career;recitations earn my cheers.Though I rehearse each word I sayand dance in patterns everyday,I’ve not traversed a stage in years. The lines I speak are what I wroteignoring critics’ ill-thought notes.I craft my parts around the scene,but they’re my thoughts on what…
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Continue reading →: Plato Ain’t Seen Nothin’Read time: 1 min. In a cavern sealed with anthracite,oil sizzling in your eyes,you discern two serpents spitting light for rocky shadows staging blurry Faust.Ain’t a sight but what you see.You can’t see but what you know,And you don’t know how much you know.Whether you see aught, you’ll have to…
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Continue reading →: My poem “Help Me Learn My Body” in Inqueery Magazine!
Read time: 1 min. I’m thrilled to announce my poem “Help Me Learn My Body” now appears in the Summer 2026 issue of Inqueery Magazine! This is my first publication under this pseudonym. It feels oddly like getting published for the first time ever again, as though it legitimizes my…
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Continue reading →: Lesslight
Read time: 3 mins. An excerpt from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest. The fingernail on Nasrin’s pinky turned into a ruby spearhead. She brought the blade up to her face, then smiled at Julrane like she’d accomplished some grand feat. Julrane waited for something else to happen.…
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Continue reading →: Self CareRead time: 2 mins. Brushing the thin marker across Lexi’s upper eyelid, using her laugh lines as my template for drawing the Amy Winehouse wings she liked, felt the same as painting ceramic figurines as a child. The beauty created itself as the brush fell into the figure’s corners and…
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Continue reading →: The Game of the NameRead time: 5 mins. “What syllables should I combine to get your attention?” Surely that’s all a name is for some people. It’s certainly all most of 21st century western society appears to expect from names, apart from a few administrative processes that use our names as labels for tracking…
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Continue reading →: FlowDoes the flow know I’m going with it? Asking probably implies I’m not going with the flow at all. Going with the flow would mean not caring whether it knew or not. But can one really avoid going with the flow? It depends what the flow is, right? One would…
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Continue reading →: Stillness of the EveningSometimes the sky and the water are all that remain. Sometimes even that’s a little much.
Hello,
I’m Judith
Or rather the pseudonym I’m currently using here is Judith. I’m a free time writer and full time performer (in the sense that everyone’s performing all the time, some just more consciously than others). My poetry, which centers on translating minor moments into obscure observations, has appeared in various collections under different names. My psyche resides along the Singing River.
