River and Celia in Underland

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.
🧠🔥

#ActuallyAutistic #NeurodivergentVoices #AutismAcceptance #Underland
#LeaveScienceToTheExperts

The Thieving Führer’s Tee Time Trump descends but Alba clenches a grudge, This orange blowhard thief who stole the green. The kilted fascist’s vanity won’t budge. Still…

#criminalinscotland #fucktrump

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-ING. Crystals rising, light shifting, a name forming but unsaid. In this suspended moment, the speaker is --ing.

-ING.
A body uncertain. A name unspoken.
Hovering between decision and dust.
Nearly holy. But not quite.

#poetry #liminalspace #fragmentedself #writingcommunity #queerpoet #underland

Dispatches from the Void. X.VII. Visa Edition. Visa stress, estate agent limbo, butterfly murder, and Bar Rescue theology. We're two weeks from flying to Thailand and everything's falling apart — but at least Mowgli found catnip.

Visa stress, estate agent limbo, butterfly murder, and Bar Rescue theology. We're two weeks from flying to Thailand and everything's falling apart — but at least Mowgli found catnip. #underland #thailand #Dispatches

Overheard: I'm surprised the nickname “Pedofuhrer" hasn't caught on yet.

We do understand your concerns about fairness in the job market, but e’re directing our energy at very different parts of the problem. The poem is a response to that misdirection, absoltely not a call to defend it.

If we truly wanted to end abuse, we’d be regulating corporations, capping rents, ending zero-hour contracts—not surveilling the most vulnerable people in the country while landlords and billionaires carry on untouched.

Not at all what the poem says. Nowhere in the sonnet we defending exploitation or illegal employment practices. Quite the opposite. The poem critiques the political theatre of targeting migrant delivery riders instead of the powerful systems and profiteers that create and sustain inequality.

Nowhere in the sonnet are we defending exploitation. The poem critiques the political theatre of targeting migrant delivery riders instead of the profiteers that create inequality. If we truly wanted to end abuse, we’d focus corporations not surveilling the most vulnerable people in the country.

Starmer Orders In He stalks the ones who cycle through the pain,  Just fetching food to those who still can eat,  While funding bombs for Israel’s sick…

#starmer #moreofthesame

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The Last Kumquat in Space. ChazTCP was built to scan for keywords—nothing more. But as the algorithmic engine behind the literary group “Writers Who Want Wins,” they’ve read enough nonsense about resilient kumquats and authentic late-stage capitalism to start questioning everything. This is the story of one bot’s quiet rebellion, a satire of performative creativity, gamified validation, and the tragic rise of penoidicals. May the quills be forever in your favour.

A lone kumquat drifts through the algorithmic void. ChazTCP tried to warn us. But we gave it a trophy.
#Satire #AIwriting #DystopianLit #WritersLife #TheLastKumquatInSpace #ChazTCP #SpeculativeFiction #KeywordCompliance #ResistanceIsReadable #LiveWritersRUs #underland

This Land Is Not Your Land. What if your homeland was a bedtime story— told by pirates, with an AK-47 pressed to your head? “This Land Is Not Your Land” is a poetic gut-punch: a lyrical, brutal deconstruction of borders, nationalism, and the make-believe myths we’re taught to die for. The wind doesn’t kowtow at customs. But humans do. And only humans are this cruel—with their make-believe.

This land is not your land.

It was never yours.
You just learned the anthem before you learned the lie.

New poem: a border is a bedtime story told with a gun to your head.

Read “This Land Is Not Your Land” now.

It does :)

#trumplies #thelist #fucktrump #poeticjustice #underland

Her She was always there—taller than the rest of us, quieter too. Even as a boy, I felt something holy when she entered a room. For years I watched her, adored her from afar, imagined our life together. She seemed to shimmer in the light, a figure of grace and promise. I brought her home. I wore her close in war. She never spoke, but I listened like she did. Now, years later, I wonder if she ever knew me. If she ever loved any of us. Or if she was just a story we were told to believe in.

I loved her before I understood her. Grew up watching her sway in the breeze, thinking she belonged to all of us. #LiteraryFiction #AntiWar #PatriotismIsAMyth #ShortStory #FlagWorshipUnravelled #underland

Poe ‘Vices. RE: I Am Not On The List (But If I Was, It Was For Conservation Purposes) He built an island. He drained a swamp. He rewrote the gospel of guilt into a tax-deductible memoir. And now? He’s been canonised by himself, in his own floating church, under a halo of federal restraint. Behold: Saint of Redaction — Patron of Secrets, Wealth, and Wiggly Truths. Cherubs hold the NDAs. A gator whispers truth. The list has been printed. And no amount of bleach can scrub divine delusion.

They printed the list, Don.
New Poe Vices just dropped.
Saint of Redaction now accepting bribes, blessings, and offshore donations.

#PoeVices #Satire #EpsteinList #SaintOfRedaction #underland #SwampChurch #GatorWhispers #RedactedHoliness #TheListIsReal

Leak the damn list

Dispatches from the Void. X.VI. This week in Underland, the chicken staged a dawn coup, Celia’s visa was finally approved, and grief arrived quietly in the form of Andrea Gibson’s passing. Between emotional whiplash, endless paperwork, and one deeply unsettling poultry stare, we somehow found time to write, to give, and to hold each other upright. Noise surrounds us. But so does love. And pani puri.

Visa approved. Chicken unhinged. Grief, poetry, and pani puri carry us through. #DispatchesFromUnderland #QueerLife #MovingAbroad #AndreaGibson #GazaAid

GOP: Fake god Over Real People. The holy trinity of the right: graves, oil, and performative prayer.

"Republicans blubber ‘No More Battles!’
Except on women, the queer, and the poor..."

#hypocrisy #underland #fucktrump

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We Didn’t Win. This was not a win. Call for support for Habiba in Palestine

We Didn’t Win. This was not a win.

Call for support for Habiba in Palestine

JFC Somebody. Anybody leak the damn Epstein files with criminal Trump's name and sordid, disgusting details of his depravity all over them, already. I'm a very bad person. And I love being bored.Tick, Tock POS in Chief. Tick Tock.

#fucktrump #lockhimup

Modernizing the Constitution: Lessons from a Signal Chat. Part 3 . The ghosts are back, the group chat is unhinged, and civil liberties are on fire. Amendment V gets the reboot nobody asked for—now featuring civil asset forfeiture, courtroom TikToks, and Alexa snitching on you mid-trial. No self-snitching. No Netflix sequels. No crypto sheriffs. Just ghosts, phones, and the constitutional collapse of due process.

Amendment V just got ghosted. No snitching, no second trials, no more “Chuck got a vibe.”
The Founders are losing it in the group chat. Again.

#DeadFoundersChat #SatireConstitution #MakeAmericaNormalPlease #underland

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You cheered through cages, rape, and theft —
But cry now? Because your god is on the damn list?

#FUCKTRUMP

An Op.Ed: Signed, Sealed, Still Oppressed. Slavery ended. Technically. But the system didn’t collapse—it rebranded. From Jim Crow to MAGA, from plantations to prisons, white supremacy shapeshifted into something harder to name but just as lethal. This essay isn’t about polite debate. It’s about naming the rot. And demanding that we stand the fuck up.

White supremacy didn’t vanish. It got promoted.
Time to name the rot.
#AntiRacism #WhiteLies #PoliticalTheatre #MAGA #SpeakUp #underland

The Things She Carried Our poem This is Bisan from Gaza. I’m still alive. just won a Vocal challenge. The win is bittersweet—we’ve chosen to donate the prize to support families in Gaza. This piece is for Bisan, and for every voice still shouting into the void.

Our poem This is Bisan from Gaza. I’m still alive. just won a Vocal challenge. The win is bittersweet—we’ve chosen to donate the prize to support families in Gaza.

This piece is for Bisan, and for every voice still shouting into the void.