Community · Where the work goes next
Bring what you made. Find who gets it.
A room for the poems, the cards, the true things — the ones the game pulled out of you, and the ones that were already yours.
Share your work →Make the true thing. Then don’t hold it alone.
Some of it comes from the game — the lines the cards pull out of you. Some of it was already yours, written in the dark. Either way, it wants a room: people doing the same work, in the same spirit.
Not a feed to perform for. A commons, where what you make is met rather than measured.
What belongs here
Whatever’s true. However it travels.
The letters are opening soon.
There will be a Substack — a quiet channel for the writing that comes out of all this, mine and yours. Not a feed to perform for; a place the true things go to be read at the kitchen table. It is not open yet.
Tell me when it opens →Nothing here has to be finished, or unbroken, to belong.
Most of us keep something out of the light, half-sure it’s the damage — the part to hide before anyone gets a good look. But the thing you were surest you had to keep hidden is often the one that ends up catching the light, once it’s out in the open and handled with a little care. You don’t earn your way into this room. You’re already in it.