Three months ago I shared my first tarot reading on my blog, and this month I shared my second reading in the zine but haven’t touched my cards much since...

1. Leaves crunching under tarred Chuck Taylor’s 2. A spill of vintage books 3. Two rich Manhattans over late dinner 4. Boy Smells Woodphoria lingering on my pillow 5. Psychedelic Jungle by the Cramps...

During this time I found myself rediscovering my love for reading; I devoured books like I was ripping vodka cranberries a la club table service...

The form of haiku has recently inspired my poetry.

In an attempt to find myself, I wanted to consider the films that hold my right hemisphere in the palm of their hands...

One thing about me is that I can become so hyper-organized that it actually creates more disorganization...stay with me...

This second full moon in Capricorn has been WILD and, perhaps, the reason I couldn’t believe my own eyes this morning...

I started a folder in my Notes app a few years back to document my first impression of full album listen-throughs...

Deeeep from the archives...I wrote this poem on 2/11/2021 and it's one of my favorites.

Hello! My name is Rebs. My government name is Rebecca, but what’s the fun in that? Most call me Rebs or Reba (yes, like the country icon), but NEVER Becca or Becky. It’s just not for me, ya know?